CMU 


The  Pageant  of 

Bloomington  and  Indiana 

University 


THE    EDUCATIONAL    DEVELOPMENT 

OF    INDIANA    AS    FOCUSED    IN    THIS 

COMMUNITY    AND    SERVED    BY    THE 

STATE  UNIVERSITY 


By 

WILLIAM  CHAUNCY  LANGDON 


ON  THE  UNIVERSITY  CAMPUS 

BLOOMINGTON,  INDIANA 

MAY  SIXTEEN,  SEVENTEEN,  AND  EIGHTEEN 
NINETEEN  HUNDRED  SIXTEEN 


Copyright,  1916 

By  WILLIAM  CHAUNCY  LANGDON 
All  rights  reserved 


F- 

f. 


THE  PAGEANT  COMMITTEE 

WILLIAM  LOWE  BRYAN        .        .        President 
ULYSSES  H.  SMITH      .        .        .        Chairman 
R.  G.  BRUSCH       ....        Secretary 
CHARLES  D.  CAMPBELL  MRS.  JOHN  C.  HUNTER 
SAMUEL  B.  HARDING      WILLIAM  A.  MYERS 
WILL  DAVID  HOWE         MRS.  JAMES  B.  WILSON 
Gus  C.  DAVIS 


THE  PAGEANT  DIRECTION 

WILLIAM  CHAUNCY  LANGDON 
Master  of  the  Pageant 

CHARLES  DIVEN  CAMPBELL 

Composer  and  Director  of  the  Music 

MARION  LANGDON 

Designer  of  Symbolic  Costumes 

ELIZABETH  SAGE 

Director  of  Costuming 

ESTHER  MCNAULL 

Leader  of  the  Dancing 


FOREWORD 


The  Pageant  of  Bloomington  and  Indiana  University,  one  of 
the  Indiana  Centennial  Pageants,  seeks  to  represent  the  edu- 
cational development  of  the  State  as  it  has  been  focused  in  this 
community  and  served  by  the  State  University  here  located 
during  the  past  one  hundred  years.  The  parts  are  taken  by  cit- 
izens of  Bloomington  and  professors  and  students  of  Indiana 
University  and  their  families,  all  uniting  to  produce  the  drama 
of  the  history  and  life  of  their  common  community. 

The  pageant  grounds  are  located  on  the  edge  of  the  campus 
of  Indiana  University,  sloping  up  to  the  Observatory  and  to 
the  newer  University  buildings  seen  beyond.  To  the  right  of 
the  grandstand  the  closely  massed  trees  of  the  campus  give 
the  effect  of  a  wooded  wilderness  reminiscent  of  the  pioneer 
days. 

The  Pageant  of  Bloomington  and  Indiana  University  has 
been  written  and  composed  on  the  principle  that  both  drama- 
tically and  musically  the  pageant  is  a  distinct  and  individual 
art-form,  having  its  own  laws  and  its  own  technique.  All  the 
elements  of  this  pageant  have  been  worked  together,  in  ac- 
cordance with  these  laws  and  technical  considerations,  to  pro- 
duce, if  may  be,  in  the  sequence  of  actual,  typical,  or  symbolic 
scenes,  a  clear,  beautiful,  and  impressive  drama  of  the  life  of 
this  community. 

In  presenting  the  historical  material  a  certain  freedom  has 
necessarily  been  exercised  for  the  sake  of  dramatic  clarity  and 
effectiveness.  In  many  instances  the  language  of  the  dialogue 
is  in  the  actual  words  of  the  characters  represented.  It  has, 
however,  seemed  inadvisable  to  indicate  these  passages  by  quo- 
tation marks,  on  account  of  the  frequent  necessity  for  making 
slight  changes,  omissions,  or  additions  in  the  wording  to  suit 
the  situation  as  represented.  So  also  in  producing  the  pageant 
certain  omissions  have  been  deemed  advisable  which  it  did  not 
seem  necessary  to  eliminate  in  the  printed  form  of  the  pa- 
geant. 

W.C.L. 


OUTLINE  OF  THE  PAGEANT 


1.    Introduction:    The  Pioneers 

1.  The  Settling  of  Bloomington  (1818). 

2.  The  Indiana  Seminary  (1820). 

3.  The  Installation  of  President  Andrew  Wylie  (1829). 

II.    Light  and  Truth 

4.  The  Hoosier  Opposition  (1850). 

5.  North  and  South  (1861). 

6.  The  New  Regime  (1883). 

///.     The  Age  of  Wood  and  Stone 

7.  The  City  Schools. 

8.  The  Chamber  of  Commerce. 

9.  The  Service  of  the  State. 

IV.    Finale:  Centennial! 

The  above  dates  are  in  general  approximate  only,  in  some 
instances  events  of  more  than  one  year  being  brought  into  the 
same  episode.  The  time  of  Episodes  7,  8,  and  9  is  in  general 
of  the  present. 


The  Pageant  of  Bloomington 
and  Indiana  University 


I.    INTRODUCTION:  THE  PIONEERS 

THE  full  orchestra  sounds  forth  fortissimo  the  theme  of  The 
Hymn  to  Indiana,  based  on  the  chief  motif  of  the  pageant,  the 
Indiana  motif.  When  this  is  once  clearly  stated,  the  music  im- 
mediately passes  to  the  Hope  motif.  Coming  as  in  answer  to 
the  call  in  the  music,  the  spirits  of  Hope  appear  in  the  far 
background  emerging  from  among  the  trees,  running  forward 
and  stopping  to  listen  eagerly,  then  calling,  singing  with  a 
mere  vocable  the  simple  Hope  motif.  They  are  young  women 
in  blue,  blue  as  of  the  sky,  flashing  as  with  light,  ever  chang- 
ing and  iridescent.  From  all  the  arc  of  the  background  they 
come  in  ever  increasing  numbers,  converging  as  they  approach. 

When  they  have  come  near  enough  for  their  mass  to  domi- 
nate the  scene,  there  is  heard  clearly  in  the  orchestra  the  motif 
of  Determination,  and  there  come  in  answer  from  either  side 
of  the  grandstand  the  spirits  of  Determination,  young  men  in 
some  one  deep,  rich,  forceful  color  such  as  simple  purple.  They 
advance  more  in  mass,  more  slowly,  in  a  slower  rhythm.  They 
stop  at  intervals  as  they  advance  and  answer  the  call  of  the 
spirits  of  Hope,  replying  to  them  similarly  in  a  lower  tone, 
singing,  calling  back  and  forth,  and  approaching  nearer  and 
nearer  to  each  other,  the  spirits  of  Hope  for  the  most  part 
advancing  but  a  little,  while  the  spirits  of  Determination  with 
strong,  bold  steps  advance  directly  toward  them,  till  they  meet 
and  join  in  a  whirling  dance  of  exquisite  joyousness,  the  music 
of  which  is  based  on  the  two  motifs  of  Hope  and  Determina- 
tion, the  one  rapidly  sweeping  free  as  air  through  all  the  range 
of  music  in  the  strings  and  woodwind,  while  the  other  moves 
strong  and  inflexible  in  the  brass.  The  motion  of  the  dance 
corresponds  in  the  two  groups. 

While  this  dance  still  continues,  there  comes,  almost  in- 
trudes, into  the  music  a  new  motif,  essentially  human,  the 

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motif  of  the  Pioneers.  It  increases  rapidly  until  it  subordi- 
nates the  other  two  motifs.  The  spirits  feel  the  interruption 
and  stop  to  find  the  source  of  the  new  element.  They  turn 
their  search  toward  the  woods  to  the  southeast.  There  they 
see  a  procession  of  Pioneers  making  their  way  slowly,  pain- 
fully, with  great  difficulty  along.  They  are  men,  women,  and 
children,  mostly  on  foot,  a  few  on  horseback,  one  or  two 
driving  oxen.  Those  in  front  are  clad  in  buckskin,  jeans,  and 
linsey-woolsey;  those  behind  near  the  end  of  the  procession 
are  dressed  as  of  the  first  part  of  the  nineteenth  century. 
When  the  spirits  of  Hope  see  the  Pioneers  they  raise  their 
arms  to  them  to  cheer  them  on  and  sing  their  call  to  them. 
The  Pioneers,  seeing  and  hearing  them,  take  courage  and 
plod  on.  The  spirits  of  Determination  then  also  give  their 
motif  call  and  the  Pioneers  respond,  repeating  it. 

Breaking  in  upon  this  encouragement,  discordant  Indian 
phrases  are  heard  in  the  music.  From  the  two  sides  of  the 
little  wooded  ravine  along  which  the  Pioneers  come  there  pour 
stealthily  down  on  them  bands  of  Indians  attacking  them  with 
ferocity,  yelling  the  war-whoop,  shooting  their  arrows,  and 
brandishing  their  tomahawks.  The  Pioneers  resolutely  draw 
together  to  resist,  and  struggle  to  make  their  way  on  toward 
their  goal.  The  spirits  of  Determination  rush  forward  to  the 
rescue.  They  divide  into  two  lines  to  protect  both  sides  of  the 
Pioneers,  and  some  of  the  spirits  of  Hope  rush  down  between 
and  mingle  with  the  men,  women,  and  children  of  the  Pioneers, 
cheering  them  and  encouraging  them,  as  the  spirits  of  Deter- 
mination help  the  men  to  repel  and  drive  off  the  Indians.  The 
rest  of  the  spirits  of  Hope  remain  where  they  were,  near  the 
orchestra,  singing  their  call  of  Hope  constantly  with  the  music 
of  the  orchestra. 

As  the  contest  goes  on  more  and  more  successfully,  the  In- 
diana motif  mingles  more  and  more  distinctly  with  the  other 
motifs  in  the  orchestra  and  the  Indian  phrases  disappear,  until 
the  Pioneers  come  on  again,  successful  and  enheartened, 
escorted  by  the  spirits  of  Hope  and  Determination,  the  music 
now  opulent  with  the  motif  of  Indiana. 

As  they  arrive  at  the  nearer  grounds  the  spirits  point  to 
the  University,  and  the  Pioneers  all  turn  to  see  the  vision 
toward  which  they  press,  as  the  orchestra  swings  full  and 
strong  into  the  Hymn  to  Indiana,  and  the  chimes  in  the  Uni- 
versity tower  join  in  the  melody  also.  At  the  same  time  the 
symbolic  figure  of  the  State  of  Indiana,  attended  by  the  figures 

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of  the  City  of  Bloomington  and  of  the  University,  appear  on  the 
slope  to  the  gaze  of  the  Pioneers.  Thus  escorted  now  by  all 
the  spirits  singing  their  motifs,  the  Pioneers  proceed  on  their 
way,  acclaiming  with  outstretched  arms  the  future,  women 
lifting  their  babies  to  see  and  men  doffing  their  coonskin  caps 
and  beavers  and  pointing  the  children  to  the  vision  of  their 
ideals.  So  they  pass  on  and  out,  the  music  closing  with  the 
plain  statement  of  the  Indiana  theme  as  in  the  Hymn. 


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EPISODE  ONE:    THE  SETTLING  OF  BLOOMINGTON 

(From  the  south  comes  a  man,  a  pioneer,  leading  a  horse  on 
which  is  seated  a  rather  frail  woman  with  a  child  in  her  arms. 
Another  child  hangs  on  behind  her.  The  woman  seems  quite 
worn  with  fatigue  and  hardship.  Their  goods  or  plunder  is 
also  loaded  on  the  animal.  A  boy  trudges  along  behind  hid 
father.  It  is  W.  D.  Hoof  and  his  family.  In  answer  to  his 
call,  Abner  Blair  comes  out  from  his  house  at  the  north,  soon 
followed  by  members  of  his  family.) 

HOOP  :     Hello  the  house ! 

BLAIR:    Who's  yere? 

HOOP  :     Hello !    Who  keeps  th'  house ! 

(Hoof  comes  up  closer  and  stops.    The  two  men  look  each 
other  over;  after  deliberate  scrutiny  to  the  point  of  satisfac- 
tion, the  conversation  is  resumed.) 
BLAIR:    Will  yer  stop?    What  way  yer  goin'? 
HOOF  :     Whar'bouts  '11  I  find  that  'ar  town  they  're  makin' 

'round  yer? 

BLAIR  :    Yer  thar.    Right  yer 's  the  place. 
HOOF  :     This  the  place,  eh  ? 

BLAIR:    Reckon  kinda  sorter.    Come  to  the  land  sale? 
HOOF  :     Well, — yes.    Thought  I  'd  look  the  ground  over  a  bit 

anyway. 
BLAIR:    Yer 'd  settle? 

HOOP  :  Right  smart  chance  I  might,  but  thought  mor'n  likely 
I  'd  go  on  over  on  the  Shiney.  You  be  n't  Abner  Blair, 
be  yer? 

BLAIR  :  Abner  Blair 's  my  name.  Right  down  thar 's  my  saw- 
mill I  reckon  yer  heerd  of,  if  yer  lookin'  f er  me.  Yere  's 
where  they  's  goin'  to  have  the  land  sale. 

HOOF:     Kin  I  get  bite  an' bait  yere? 

BLAIR:  Sure,  an'  welcome,  ef  yer  a  settler.  Latch-string 
hangs  outside.  Sonny,  lead  the  horse  up  that  'ar  way  an' 
tie  him  to  a  limb. 

(Hoof  helps  his  wife  to  dismount  and  lifts  the  child  down* 
The  boy  leads  the  horse  out  toward  Blair's  cabin.  While  this 

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conversation  has  been  going  on  Mrs.  Blair  has  been  talking  to 
Mrs.  Hoof,  and  some  of  the  younger  Blair  children  have  been 
inspecting  the  Hoof  young  ones  from  various  points  of  van- 
tage, according  to  their  age.  People  also  have  been  coming  in 
from  different  directions  to  the  land  sale.  Blair's  oldest  son 
has  welcomed  most  of  these.  Some,  coming  from  a  distance, 
hail  the  house  in  regular  fashion;  others  coming  from  the 
neighborhood  omit  any  formal  salutation  or  call  their  "Hello 
the  house"  in  a  perfunctory  way,  much  as  if  merely  saying 
"Good  morning".  Women,  young  people,  and  children  come  as 
well  as  men.  It  is  distinctly  an  important  and  holiday  occa- 
sion, affording  opportunity  for  courtship  and  fun  as  well  as 
for  the  purchase  of  real  estate  and  the  making  of  history. 
Among  the  others  come  Susannah  Lee  and  Martha  Brown, 
quiet,  self-reliant  women,  able  to  take  care  of  themselves  if 
necessary  and  of  their  children  who  come  with  them.  They  are 
cordially  greeted  by  Mrs.  Blair  and  by  the  others.  When  the 
conversation  above  is  about  finished,  the  three  County  Com- 
missioners, Bartlett  Woodward,  Michael  Buskirk,  and  James 
Parks,  are  seen  coming  together  from  one  direction,  and  soon 
after  the  County  Agent,  Benjamin  Parke,  and  the  County 
Clerk,  William  Lowe,  from  another.) 

WOODWARD  :  Hello,  who  keeps  th'  house !  They  're  coming, 
Abner. 

LOWE  :     Hello,  Abner !    Hello  th'  house ! 

BLAIR:  I'm  ready  for  all  that  will  come,  Bartlett.  Well,  Wil- 
liam, all  fixed  and  ready  ? 

BENJ.  PARKE:  George  Whisenand  brought  over  that  bar'l  of 
whisky  yet,  Abner? 

BLAIR  :  What 's  that  ?  I  can  take  care  of  everyone  that  comes 
to  my  house  without —  My  latch-string— 

WOODWARD  :  That 's  all  right,  Abner.  This  is  county  business. 
I  made  the  motion,  and  we  voted,  that  the  County  Agent 
procure  one  barrel  of  whisky  at  the  county's  expense, 
allowed  him  $33.50  for  it,  and  have  it  at  the  sale  of  lots. 

BLAIR:  There's  no  need.  I  have  plenty  of  everything  and  the 
people  are  welcome  to  it,  all  they  want — for  election,  hold 
court,  or  anything. 

WOODWARD:  Nothing  against  your  hospitality,  Abner.  This 
is  county  business.  Some  men  's  too  'tarnal  tight  on  their 
money  for  their  own  good,  and  I  thought  we  might  as 
well  make  sure  this  yer  sale  was  a  auccess.  Here  he 

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comes.  George,  bring  it  right  over  this  way.  Now 
where 's  Jonathan  Rogers  ?  Help  George  open  up  the 
bar*l. 

(Eben  Blair,  with  the  help  of  other  young  men,  brings  out 
a  puncheon  table,  with  a  stool  to  sit  on,  ink,  and  quills.  The 
whisky  barrel  is  brought  over  and  Jonathan  Rogers  takes  his 
place  by  it  with  a  gourd.  While  these  preparations  are  being 
made,  Woodward  takes  Blair  to  one  side  and  points  out  a 
rather  prosperous  looking  man  talking  in  a  rather  officious 
manner  to  some  of  the  settlers.) 

WOODWARD  :    Abner,  who 's  that  man  ? 

BLAIR  :    I  don't  know.    I  never  seen  him  before. 

WOODWARD  :  I  don't  like  his  looks.  Looks  to  me  like  he  might 
be  a  speculator.  We  '11  have  to  keep  an  eye  on  him.  And 
that  one;  ever  see  him  before? 

BLAIR  :  No.  Looks  a  bit  kinder  sorter  stuck  up ;  still  he  looks 
like  he 's  just  new  to  the  wooden  country. 

(David  McHolland,  the  first  settler  in  the  county,  is  seen 
coming  up  from  the  south,  rifle  on  shoulder  and  fiddle  under 
his  arm.) 

BUSKIRK  :  Here,  young  people,  here 's  old  Dave  McHolland ! 
An'  brought  his  fiddle,  so  's  yer  can  dance  all  yer  like  after 
the  sale ! 

(Cheers  from  the  young  people,  who  run  to  meet  McHolland 
and  bring  him  down  to  the  group  gathered  for  the  sale.) 

MCHOLLAND :  Hello  the  house !  Who  keeps  th'  house !  Hello 
th'  house ! 

BUSKIRK  :    Dave,  we  're  going  to  start  a  fine  city  here  today. 

MCHOLLAND :  That 's  right !  That 's  right !  I  knew  what  I 
was  a-doin'  when  I  picked  these  parts  to  squat  in.  Glad 
to  see  yer  all  come  to  my  county!  Glad  to  see  yer  all! 
Maybe  I  '11  move  up  myself,  start  a  blacksmith  shop. 

YOUNG  PEOPLE  :    Play  for  us,  Dave !    Play  for  us ! 

MCHOLLAND:    Heh?    What  yer  want,  "Old  Dan  Tucker"? 

(He  starts  to  tune  his  fiddle  and  rasps  out  a  strain  of  "Old 
Dan  Tucker".  One  or  two  of  the  young  men  start  to  jig.  Then 
Dave  stops.) 

MCHOLLAND:  Wait  a  bit ;  wait  a  bit !  After  the  sale !  They'll 
be  stopping  us  if  we  begin  now,  and  when  we  begin  to 

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dance  we  won't  stop  till  tomorrow  morning,  eh  boys! 
What  say,  girls ! 

(Johnny  Appleseed  comes  in  leading  his  horse.  His  garden 
tools  and  seeds  on  the  horse,  and  sprays  of  apple  blossoms 
stuck  in  the  bridle.  He  is  greeted  with  cries  of  joy  and  many 
run  forward  to  meet  him,  especially  women  and  children.) 

SEVERAL  :  Here 's  Johnny  Appleseed !  Here  's  Johnny  Apple- 
seed! 

(An  eastern  man,  Granville  Ward,  saunters  up,  the  second 
of  the  two  Woodward  noticed.  Others  also  join  the  group  as 
Parks  proceeds  to  extol  the  praises  of  the  future  town.) 

WARD  :    What 's  the  name  of  your  town  going  to  be  ? 
BENJ.  PARKE  :    Bloomington  is  the  name  of  the  town. 
WARD  :    Bloomington, — that 's  what  the  name  will  be,  eh  ? 

BENJ.  PARKE  :  No,  that 's  what  it  is.  It 's  a'ready  surveyed 
and  platted  out  and  named.  Johnny  Appleseed  named  it. 
The  County  Court  House  is  goin'  to  be  yonder  on  a  little 
hill ;  corn-field  thar  now ;  yer  can  most  see  it  through  the 
trees  if  yer  go  up  yere  on  the  rise  a  piece. 

(Greatly  impressed,  the  men  stand  at  gaze,  thinking  it 
over.) 

WARD:    Hm!    Bloomingtown,  eh? 

BENJ.  PARKE  :  No.  Bloomington.  It 's  yere  is  going  to  be 
the  University  they  made  in  the  State  constitution  down 
to  Corydon  two  years  ago  come  two  months  from  now. 
Yes  sir-ree,  the  Seminary  township  is  located  right  next, 
to  the  south  thar.  President  Madison  picked  it  himself 
more  nor  two  year  ago.  Shows  what  he  thinks  of  it  round 
yere!  Yer  can't  buy  that  'ar,  not  yet.  (Abner  Blair 
comes  up  to  the  group  and  hears  Parke  holding  forth.) 
This  will  be  the  center  of  the  whole  of  these  yere  U-nited 
States  afore  long  too,  see  ef  it  ain't! 

BLAIR:    Center  of  everything,  right  here! 

SHERIFF:  Oyez!  Oyez!  Oyez!  By  authority  of  the  Com- 
missioners of  the  County  of  Monroe,  there  will  be  sold 
here  and  now  at  public  auction  208  lots  in  the  town  of 
Bloomington  right  here,  each  lot  66  feet  front  on  the 
street  and  132  feet  deep.  Lewis  Noel  will  cry  the  lots; 
James  Parks  is  Clerk  of  the  Sale.  Step  up  and  bid  for 
your  lots. 

r  is  i 


(Lewis  Noel  mounts  the  stump  and  conducts  the  auction. 
Those  who  are  interested  in  a  lot  crowd  up  while  it  is  being 
bid  off,  and  the  others  give  way.  Most  of  the  women  and 
young  people  hang  around  on  the  edge  of  the  crowd.  The  ex- 
citement increases  and  the  bidding  becomes  more  and  more 
spirited.  David  H.  Maxwell  and  Jonathan  Lindley,  among 
others,  buy  lots.  Once  in  a  while  when  someone  of  means  lags 
in  his  bidding,  Bartlett  Woodward  nods  to  Jonathan  Rogers 
and  he  offers  the  laggard  a  gourd  of  whisky,  to  the  manifest 
advantage  of  his  bidding.  There  is  plenty  of  jovial  rough 
friendliness  but  no  vulgar  boisterousness  in  consequence.  At 
one  point  an  attractive  lot  is  offered  and  several  start  in  to 
bid  for  it  against  one,  Samuel  Coleman,  but  the  bidding  is 
quickly  interrupted.) 

SEVERAL  :  Sam 's  built  on  that  lot  a'ready.  That 's  whar  he 's 
got  his  cabin. 

BIDDERS  :    All  right,  let  it  go !    Let  him  have  it ! 

NOEL  :    What  am  I  bid  ?    I  have  $50  for  this  lot !    I  have  $50 ! 

SPECULATOR:  Sixty  dollars.  (Murmurs  of  protest  from  the 
crowd.) 

NOEL  :    I  have  $50  for  this  lot. 

SPECULATOR:  Sixty!  (Murmurs  of  protest  become  threat- 
ening.) 

NOEL  :  I  say  I  have  $50  for  this  lot  and  it 's  going,  going,  gone 
to  Samuel  Coleman.  (Cheers  from  the  crowd.) 

(The  bidding  continues  more  and  more  spiritedly.  One  lot 
runs  up  to  $175;  another  up  to  $210.  Hoof  buys  a  lot  for  $85.) 

BUSKIRK  :  Lewis,  ha'  yer  got  a  nice  lot  for  Mrs.  Brown  here  ? 
Her  man  was  killed  by  the  Indians  a  bit  ago  and  she 
wants  to  come  here  to  bring  up  the  children  near  her 
brother. 

NOEL  :  Just  the  thing  for  her !  (Cheers.)  Mrs.  Brown,  bid 
right  in  on  it  now.  Lot  Number  43,  corner  of  Cherry 
and  Water  Streets!  What  am  I  bid? 

MRS.  BROWN  (amid  silence) :    $25 ! 

NOEL  :  Twenty-five  dollars  I  have !  $25 !  Another  bid !  Bid, 
Buskirk ! 

BUSKIRK  :    Twenty-six ! 

SPECULATOR:    Thirty-five  dollars!    (Outburst  of  protest.) 

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MRS.  BROWN  :    Oh,  I  've  lost  it ! 

NOEL:  No,  you  have  not.  Twenty-six  I  have.  (Cheers.) 
Now  bid  again,  Mrs.  Brown!  I  have  to  have  more  nor 
one  bid  to  make  a  sale. 

SPECULATOR  (in  angry  defiance) :  Thirty-five  I  bid.  This  is 
not  a  free  sale.  You  are  giving  these  lands  away  to  your 
friends.  (Angry  exclamations  from  the  crowd.)  Thirty- 
five! 

MRS.  BROWN  (Buskirk  coaching  her) :    Twenty-seven! 
SPECULATOR:    Thirty-five! 

NOEL  :  Twenty-seven  I  have !  (Cheers.)  Going,  going,  gone 
to  Mrs.  Martha  Brown  for  $27.  (Loud  cheers.) 

(There  are  threatening  movements  and  mutterings  against 
the  speculator  among  the  men  of  the  crowd.  Bartlett  Wood- 
ward and  Abner  Blair  quiet  the  men  and  restrain  them.  Wood- 
ward goes  over  to  the  speculator  and  draws  him  aside.) 

WOODWARD  :  You  take  my  advice  and  have  a  drink.  You  have 
a  long  ways  to  go  and  you  may  need  to  brace  up  for  it,  for 
you  've  just  time  to  make  it  if  you  start  right  out  now  and 
keep  a-goin'.  (Pointing  to  the  south.)  Right  that  way 
your  way  goes.  I  do  not  know  how  far,  for  I  don't  know 
whar  yer  come  from,  but  it 's  the  same  distance.  (The 
speculator  starts  to  show  resistance  in  a  nervy  manner.) 
You  can  have  another  drink  first  if  you  want  it,  but 
you  've  not  time  for  more  than  one.  The  boys  is  getting 
some  grudge  against  that  tree  yonder  somehow  nor  other, 
and  that  tree  lies  just  a  powerful  smart  heap  sight  in 
your  path.  Go! 

(There  is  a  cheer  and  a  laugh  from  the  crowd.  Some  of  the 
young  men  draw  guns.  The  speculator  looks  about  him  a  mo- 
ment and  then  starts.  One  young  man  takes  a  shot  in  the 
same  general  direction.) 

WOODWARD  :    Give  him  a  chance,  boys,  jest  one  chance ! 

(The  speculator  runs.  The  young  men  fire  after  him  with- 
out trying  to  hit  him,  laughing  and  shouting  and  then  firing 
in  the  air  as  he  disappears.  The  auction  continues.  Benjamin 
Parke  is  keeping  track  of  the  sale,  looking  over  the  shoulder 
of  James  Parks,  the  Clerk  of  the  Sale.) 

BENJ.  PARKE:    One  more  lot!    Bid  it  up,  boys! 

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(The  last  lot  is  sold  for  $115.  There  is  a  great  cheer  as  the 
Crier  announces  the  close  of  the  sale  and  comes  down  from  the 
stump.  Woodward  takes  a  list  from  the  Clerk  of  the  Sale  and 
announces  the  result.) 

WOODWARD  :  The  208  lots  are  all  sold  and  the  proceeds  amount 
to  $14,326.85,  payable  in  four  years'  time,  cash  paid  down 
$3,860 !  (Cheers.)  Now,  Dave,  start  up  the  dance !  Ev- 
erybody to  the  cabin !  Take  turns  a-dancin* ! 

(David  McHolland  begins  playing  his  fiddle  with  vim  and 
all  go  running  and  dancing  out  past  him  together.) 

OLE  DAN  TUCKER 

Ole  Dan'l  Tucker  clomb  a  tree, 

His  Lord  and  Marster  for  to  see. 

De  limb  hit  broke  and  Dan  got  a  fall — 

Nuver  got  to  see  his  Lord  at  all! 

Git  out  o'  the  way,  Ole  Dan  Tucker!  (three  times) 
You  're  too  late  to  git  your  supper. 

Miss  Tucker  she  went  out  one  day 

To  ride  with  Dan  in  a  one-horse  sleigh. 

De  sleigh  was  broke,  and  de  horse  was  blind — 

Miss  Tucker  she  got  left  behind. 

As  I  come  down  de  new  cut  road 
I  spied  de  peckerwood  and  de  toad, 
And  every  time  de  toad  would  jump 
De  peckerwood  hopped  upon  de  stump. 

And  next  upon  de  gravel  road 
I  met  Brer  Tarrypin  and  Brer  Toad, 
And  every  time  Brer  Toad  would  sing 
Brer  Tarrypin  cut  de  pigeon  wing. 

Ole  Dan  and  me  we  did  fall  out, 

And  what  d'ye  reckon  it  was  about? 

He  trod  on  my  corn  and  I  kicked  him  on  the  shins; 

That 's  jest  the  way  this  row  begins. 

If  Ole  Dan  he  had  co'n  to  buy, 
He  'd  mo'n  and  wipe  his  weepin'  eye; 
But  when  Old  Dan  had  co'n  to  sell, 
He  was  as  sassy  as  all  hell. 

Mrs.  Tucker  is  big  and  fat; 

Her  face  is  as  black  as  my  old  hat; 

Her  nose  sticks  out,  and  her  eyes  stick  in, 

And  her  under  lip  hangs  down  below  her  chin. 


Git  out  o'  the  way,  Ole  Dan  Tucker! 
You  're  too  late  to  git  your  supper. 


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EPISODE  TWO:    THE  INDIANA  SEMINARY 

(From  the  north  come  running  a  group  of  boisterous  boys 
just  let  out  of  school;  after  them  some  more  boys  of  quieter 
sort  and  some  girls.  At  the  end  comes  the  master  on  his  way 
home,  accompanied  by  a  group  of  four  or  five  young  people  and 
one  little  fellow.) 

BOY  :     I  could  ha'  spelled  it,  ef  I  'd  thought. 

ANOTHER:  Yer  could  not.  Susie  can  spell  yer  out  any  day. 
She  can  spell  the  whole  book  without  the  words  called. 

BOY  :     So  kin  I,  ef  I  git  started. 

GntL:  Yer  kin  not.  Susie  can  spell  the  book  through  three 
times  without  a  word  called  out.  Ask  the  master  ef  she 
can 't. 

BOY  :     Well,  I  kin  spell  it  through  once  anyway. 

(A  man  comes  through,  the  other  direction,  axe  and  gun  on 
shoulder.  As  he  meets  the  boys  he  grabs  one  by  the  arm.) 

MAN  :  Yere !  What  yer  doin'  'round  yere  doin'  nothin'  ?  Git 
down  to  the  dead'nin'  and  tend  them  fires  and  chop  that 
'ar  wood,  and  be  quick  erbout  it.  (As  the  boy  disappears 
in  a  hurry,  the  man  accosts  the  master,  who  comes  along 
just  then.)  Addison  Smith,  how  's  thet  'ar  boy  of  mine 
a-doin'?  I  think  yer  do  n't  lick  him  enough,  bust  my  rifle 
ef  I  do! 

SMITH  :  He  does  well.  He  's  interested  in  his  studies  and 
works  hard. 

MAN  :  Well,  lick  him !  Lick  him !  Make  him  work !  I  want 
he  should  get  the  good  out  of  his  schoolin'.  Kin  he  spell? 
Lick  him  till  he  kin! 

SMITH  :    I  don't  need  to  lick  him.    He  works  hard  without. 

MAN:  Lickin'  and  larnin'  goes  together.  How  kin  he  get 
any  larnin'  'ithout  the  lickin'?  That  'ar 's  the  way  I  was 
brung  up  and  see  me  now !  He  's  got  to  take  lots  o'  lickin's 
when  he  gets  out  in  life  makin'  his  own,  and  he  better  lam 
to  take  'em  now. 

SMITH  :    But  I  do  n't  lick  a  boy  if  I  do  n't  need  to. 

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MAN:  Wall,  I  aluz  did  suspect  yer  didn't  half  know  yer 
business.  Ef  he  's  doin'  purty  well  without  lickin'  think 
how  much  better  he  'd  do  with  it !  He  's  my  boy  and  my 
woman's  boy  and  I  want  yer  to  understand  that  I  'm 
a-paying  good  money, — money  an'  dicker, — fer  him  to  git 
the  best  there  is,  an'  I  want  you  ter  see  thet  he  gits  it. 
Now  d'  yer  hear  me  ? — you  lick  him ! 

(The  master  is  saved  from  having  to  promise  to  inflict  chas- 
tisement for  edification  only  by  the  approach  of  Dr.  David  H. 
Maxwell,  Jonathan  Lindley,  and  other  members  of  the  Board  of 
Trustees  of  Indiana  Seminary.  Coming  the  other  way  the 
Rev.  Isaac  Reed,  the  Presbyterian  minister,  approaches,  ac- 
companied by  the  Rev.  Baynard  R.  Hall.) 

DR.  MAXWELL  :  Ah,  Mr.  Reed,  it  is  a  pleasure  to  see  you  among 
us  again!  I  presume  your  brother-in-law  has  told  you 
that  the  Trustees  have  elected  him  to  be  President  and 
Professor  of  Ancient  Languages  for  the  term  of  one  year 
and  school  to  commence  as  early  as  practicable. 

MB.  REED  :  Yes,  he  told  me  and  I  was  offering  him  my  felicita- 
tions on  the  election. 

JONATHAN  LINDLEY  :  You  rendered  us  a  valuable  service,  sir, 
when  you  suggested  his  name  to  us  and  told  us  that  he  was 
already  living  here  in  the  New  Purchase. 

B.  R.  HALL:  The  election,  I  assure  you,  Dr.  Maxwell,  was 
deemed  by  me  a  great  honor,  and  I  accepted  the  appoint- 
ment not  for  the  stipend  paid  as  my  salary,  but  I  have  for 
some  years  longed  to  be  in  the  romantic  west  and  to  be 
numbered  among  its  earliest  literary  pioneers. 

MR.  REED  :    That  is  certain,  my  friend ! 

B.  R.  HALL  :  Indeed,  I  believe  I  can  already  claim  the  distinc- 
tion of  being  the  first  one  to  read  Greek  in  the  New  Pur- 
chase ! 

DR.  MAXWELL  :     We  are  to  open  the  Seminary  at  once. 

B.  R.  HALL  :  I  am  enthusiastically  impatient  to  commence  my 
labors. 

MR.  REED  :    Bloomington  is  to  have  its  College  at  last ! 
DR.  MAXWELL:    Not  College,  as  yet,  Seminary. 

MR.  REED:  Aye,  but  the  Seminary  is  but  a  stepping-stone  to 
the  College. 

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B.  R.  HALL  :    And  that  to  the  University ! 
JONATHAN  LINDLEY  :    The  Indiana  University ! 

DR.  MAXWELL:  That  is  certainly  what  we  all  have  in  mind, 
what  we  are  working  for ! 

(Several  people,  both  men  and  women,  and  of  various  call- 
ings, have  approached  during  this  conversation,  waiting  for  a 
chance  to  be  heard.  Dr.  Maxwell  sees  them  and  turns  toward 
them.) 

EBENEZER  :  Now,  David  Maxwell,  it  kinder  sorter  seems  to  us 
that  this  'ar  college  of  ourn  oughter  to  be  startin',  an'  we 
want  it  to.  If  this  'ar  es  agoin'  to  help  this  'ar  town  we  're 
ready. 

DR.  MAXWELL  :    The  Seminary  opens  today,  Ebenezer. 
JONATHAN  LINDLEY  :    Mr.  Hall  is  here  for  that  purpose  now. 

EBENEZER:  Well,  thet's  good.  I  hear  he  kin  spell  all  the 
words  ther  is,  and  cipher  and  knows  a  whole  lot  more. 

DR.  MAXWELL:  He  is  thoroughly  competent,  Ebenezer,  to 
teach  a  classical  seminary,  and  he  is  a  good  western  man 
to  boot,  who  has  come  here  to  live  among  us. 

ANOTHER  MAN  :    How  much  do  yer  pay  him,  may  I  ask  ? 

DR.  MAXWELL  :  Certainly  you  may.  This  is  the  people's  semi- 
nary and  is  supported  by  the  State's  money.  He  is  paid 
$250  a  year. 

WOMAN  :  But  it 's  an  honor  to  teach  in  the  people's  collidge ! 
He  oughter  be  glad  to  sarve  for  nothing. 

MAN:  Or  at  least  be  content  with  a  dollar  a  day,  more  nor 
double  what  a  feller  gits  fer  mauling  rails. 

DR.  MAXWELL:  The  Seminary  will  open  today,  my  friends. 
Send  your  boys  to  Mr.  Hall  at  once,  all  who  want  to  have 
a  classical  education.  The  tuition  will  be  $5  a  year. 

EBENEZER  :  Five  dollars  a  year !  But  the  State 's  a-payin'  fer 
this,  an'  it  ought  not  cost  anything,  even  the  most  power- 
fullest,  highest  larnin'  should  not  cost  us  a  cut  quarter. 
Why  should  we  pay  fer  it  twice? 

JONATHAN  LINDLEY  :  Send  your  boys  right  to  Mr.  Hall.  The 
building  is  not  finished,  so  he  will  see  them  here. 

(There  is  some  quiet  consideration  of  the  situation  as  the 
doubting  people  withdraw  and  the  Trustees  confer  among 

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themselves,  during  which  there  is  silence.  Then  a  number  of 
boys  of  various  sizes  come  in,  some  with  books  and  some  with- 
out. They  go  up  to  Mr.  Hall  in  the  center,  who  leaves  the 
Trustees.) 

THE  FIRST  MAN  :  Well,  I  '11  jest  take  my  boy  out  'n  the  school 
and  send  him  yere  to  the  College.  He  's  got  to  have  the 
best  there  is ! 

(He  goes  off  and  soon  the  boy,  axe  in  hand,  comes  and  joins 
those  in  front  of  Hall.  The  girls  stand  off  to  one  side  in  a 
group  and  listen.) 

HALL:  Boys  and  young  gentlemen,  I  am  happy  to  see  you. 
We  are  now  about  to  commence  our  State  College,  or  Sem- 
inary. I  hope  all  feel  what  an  honor  attends  being  the 
first  students.  By  proper  exertions  on  our  parts  it  may 
eventually  rise  to  the  level  of  the  eastern  colleges  and  be 
a  blessing  to  our  State  and  country.  You  have  all,  I  sup- 
pose, the  necessary  books? 

BOYS  :     I've  got  'em. 

Me,  too. 

I  've  brung  most  on  'em. 

Master,  Uncle  Billy  's  to  fetch  mine  out  in  his  wagin 
about  Monday  next. 

Father  says  he  could  n't  mind  the  names  and  wants 
'em  on  a  paper. 

Books !  I  never  heern  tell  of  any  books !  Won't  these 
here  ones  do,  master?  This  here's  the  Western  Spellin' 
one ;  and  this  one  's  the  Western  Kalkelatur  ? 

Mr.  Hall,  I  fetched  my  copy-book  and  a  bottle  of  red 
ink  to  sit  down  siferin  in;  and  daddy  wants  me  to  larn 
book-keepin'  and  surveyin'. 

HALL  :  Order,  boys,  order !  There  is  a  misunderstanding  with 
some,  both  as  to  the  books  and  the  whole  design  and  plan 
of  the  school,  I  perceive.  This  is  to  be  a  Classical  and 
Mathematical  School,  and  no  person  can  be  admitted  un- 
less intending  to  enter  upon  the  prescribed  course,  and 
that  includes,  even  at  the  start,  Latin  and  Greek.  Now, 
first,  who  are  to  study  the  dead  languages  ? 

BOYS  :     I  do.    I  do.    Me  too. 

HALL  :  You,  then,  come  over  here.  Let  me  have  your  names. 
Yours? 

THE  TEN  :    Findlay  Dodds ;  James  F.  Dodds ;  Aaron  Furgeson ; 

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Hamilton  Stockwell ;  John  Todd ;  Michael  Hummer ;  Sam- 
uel C.  Dunn ;  James  W.  Dunn ;  James  A.  Maxwell ;  Joseph 
A.  Wright. 

HALL:  Joseph  Wright,  I  appoint  you  to  ring  the  Seminary 
bell  during  your  college  course.  I  will  attend  to  you  ten 
directly,  so  soon  as  I  have  dismissed  the  others.  (To 
others:)  I  regret,  my  young  friends,  that  you  are  disap- 
pointed. In  order  to  enter,  you  must  be  qualified.  Indeed, 
if  I  wished  I  have  no  power  to  admit  you.  I  hope  there- 
fore you  will  now  go  home  and  explain  the  matter  to  your 
parents. 

BOY  :  Daddy  says  he  does  n't  see  no  sort  a'  use  in  the  high 
larn'd  things,  and  he  wants  me  to  larn  Inglish  only  and 
book-keepin'  and  surveyin',  so  as  to  tend  store  and  run  a 
line. 

ANOTHER  :  I  allow,  Mister,  we  've  near  about  as  good  a  right 
to  be  larn'd  what  we  wants  as  them  t'  other  fellers  over 
there. 

THIRD  :    It 's  a  free  school  f er  all ! 

(There  is  some  grumbling  as  the  rejected  boys  go  off  in  two 
groups  toward  either  end  of  the  grandstand.  Their  grumbling 
gets  louder  and  louder  the  farther  from  Hall  they  go,  until  as 
they  go  out  they  are  shouting  names  at  him.) 

BOYS  :  Don't  want  yer  high  larnin' !  .  .  High  larnin'  ain't 
no  good  f  er  makin'  a  livin'  anyway ;  father  says  so !  .  . 
High  larnin' !  High  larnin' ! 

HALL:  Now,  you  who  are  the  first  students  of  the  College, 
come  here  into  the  shelter  of  the  growing  building  and  I 
will  start  you  in  Latin.  First,  we  will  learn  the  word  for 
Star,  Stella,— what  is  it? 

THE  TEN  :    Stella,  the  star. 

HALL:  Yes,  Stella,  the  Star.  May  it  lead  you  in  all  you  do! 
Come,  I  will  take  the  utmost  pains  to  drill  you  well,  so 
that  what  you  learn  in  this  University,  or  College,  may 
stand  you  in  good  turn  all  through  your  lives. 

(They  withdraw  up  to  the  shelter  of  the  building,  where 
they  study  under  Mr.  Hall's  guidance,  he  standing,  a  few  stand- 
ing with  him,  most  of  them  sitting  on  the  ground,  books  in 
hand,  during  the  succeeding  action.  .  .  .  From  either  side 
come  discontented  people,  men  and  women  with  some  children 

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tagging  along  behind.  Some  start  to  go  right  up  to  Hall  and 
his  class,  as  if  to  intrude  upon  him  their  unmistakable  dis- 
pleasure; others  gather  in  little  groups  to  talk  out  their  griev- 
ances.) 

ONE  :  He 's  too  'tarnal  stuck-up  with  his  high  and  big-bug 
larnin'  what  he  won't  teach  to  none  but  what  he  chooses, 
and  what  ain't  no  good  to  no  one  nohow. 

ANOTHER:  Rat,  tha's  what  he  is,  a  rat,  a  Presbyterian  rat! 
They  's  jist  a-laying  their  tracks  how  they  going  to  take 
this  yere  collidge  fer  theirselves,  thet  's  what  they  're  up 
to.  See  ef  they  ain't ! 

THIRD  :  Thar  he  is,  look  at  'im  takin'  the  people's  eddikashin 
money  fer  larnin'  ristecrats'  sons  high-flown  words. 
Gimme  thet  'ar  stone ;  I  '11  do  fer  'im ! 

ANOTHER  :    Why  don't  he  work  fer  his  living  like  honest  folk  ? 

FOURTH:  It  ud  be  a  right  smart  chance  better  to  have  no 
collidge  nohow  if  all  folks  hain't  equal  right  to  larn  what 
they  most  like  best. 

(Amid  a  great  hub-bub  there  enters  Gen.  Jacob  Lowe  with 
a  following  of  more  malcontents.  At  the  same  time,  evidently 
with  determination  to  offset  his  trouble-making,  there  come 
other  people  more  conservative  in  manners  and  more  classical 
in  predilections.) 

JACOB  LOWE:  What  do  you  say?  You  are  the  people !  This 
yere  's  your  money  they 's  throwin'  away,  givin'  to  'Ris- 
tocrats  and  Rats !  People,  they 's  electin*  another  perf  es- 
ser  now,  an'  he 's  a  Presbyterian  Rat  an'  Ristocrat  too ! 
Those  who  will  stand  up  fer  their  rights,  f oiler  me ! 

(A  number  of  the  worse  element  gather  around  Jacob  Lowe 
and  are  about  to  start  off  with  him,  when  they  are  stopped  by 
the  appearance  of  the  Board  of  Trustees  coming  toward  them. 
Lowe  points  at  them  in  dumb  anger.  Dr.  Maxwell  is  walking 
in  front,  Prof.  John  N.  Harney,  the  newly  elected  Professor  of 
Pure  and  Applied  Mathematics,  with  him.  Everyone  quiets 
down.  There  is  dead  silence  as  the  Trustees  approach.  When 
Jacob  Lowe  addresses  the  Trustees,  they  stop.) 

LOWE  :  Mr.  President  and  Gentlemen  of  the  Board : — hem ! — 
I  have  the  honor  to  be  the  orgun  of  the  people — hem! — 
and  we  're  here  to  forbid  the  election  of  thet  'ar  Mr.  Har- 
ney, thet  Ohio  Buckeye  to  be  our  Professor  of  Mathe- 

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matucs.  An'  they  say  they  do  n't  want  two  teachers  of 
the  same  religion  nohow.  It 's  the  people's  collidge  an' 
it 's  their  eddikashin  money  an'  they  say  it 's  better  to 
have  'em  of  different  creeds, — hem ! — and  I  say  it — hem ! 
and — 

MAXWELL  :  It  is  with  regret,  General  Lowe,  and  my  respected 
fellow-citizens,  that  I  interrupt  this  eloquent  utterance, 
but  in  the  present  case  I  really  do  believe  the  danger  is 
not  to  be  apprehended.  We  all  know  the  liberal  senti- 
ments of  the  President  of  the  Seminary,  Professor  Hall, 
towards  all  religious  bodies.  Then,  too,  the  gentleman 
just  elected  by  us, — I  say,  just  elected  by  us, — to  be  Pro- 
fessor of  Pure  and  Applied  Mathematics,  Prof.  John  M. 
Harney,  is  not  known  to  be  a  member  of  any  communion. 
Lastly,  we  Trustees  are  of  six  different  denominations 
ourselves  and  will  surely  guard  against  any  danger  such 
as  is  mentioned.  Had  this  honorable  representation  come 
but  fifteen  minutes  sooner,  something  might  have  been 
done  or  at  least  considered,  but  now  it  is  too  late  for  us 
to  retrace  our  steps.  Fellow-citizens,  I  introduce  to  you 
Professor  Harney.  You  will  find  him  a  western  man. 

(Baynard  R.  Hall  goes  over  and  grasps  Harney  by  the  hand. 
Those  of  Dr.  Maxwell's  inclining  cheer  loud  and  heartily  and 
also  go  up  to  greet  the  new  man.  Jacob  Lowe's  friends  retort 
with  groans  and  angry  shouts  of  disapproval.  The  disorder 
grows  apace,  but  is  suddenly  interrupted  by  a  horseman  riding 
in  with  warning.) 

RIDER :  The  Governor!  The  Governor  is  coming,  with  a  lot 
of  other  big-bugs ! 

(Reluctant  order  is  restored  by  the  disturbing  element,  and 
all  turn  in  the  direction  whence  the  rider  came.  Up  the  road 
is  seen  riding  on  horseback  with  a  certain  pompous  but  yet 
real  dignity,  the  Governor  of  the  State  of  Indiana,  James 
Brown  Ray,  attended  by  Judge  James  Scott  and  others,  the 
members  of  the  Board  of  Visitors.  As  soon  as  he  has  well 
reached  the  place,  with  an  evident  appreciation  of  the  spec- 
tacular effectiveness  of  his  great  office,  the  Governor  stops 
and  awaits  the  proper  greeting  of  his  people.  Dr.  Maxivcll 
goes  forward  to  greet  and  welcome  the  Chief  Magistrate;  the 
men  all  uncover  their  heads.  Without  dismounting,  the  Gov- 
ernor speaks  from  the  saddle.) 

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GOVERNOR:  We  have  come  to  you,  my  fellow-citizens  of 
Blooming  ton, — we,  His  Excellency,  Governor  of  your  State 
and  the  Board  of  Visitors  of  the  Indiana  Seminary, — in 
the  exercise  of  our  functions  to  inspect  the  State  Seminary 
which  is  located  in  your  midst.  In  order  that  I  might 
personally  fulfill  this  duty  I  have  for  the  time  abandoned 
all  the  other  important  responsibilities  of  my  office  of 
Governor  of  Indiana,  for  the  reason  that  this  is  an  occa- 
sion of  great  moment.  I  foresee  that  the  educational  de- 
velopment of  this  State  is  destined  to  marvelous  develop- 
ment. I  foresee  that  this  Seminary  will  speedily  become 
first  a  College,  and  then  a  University,  and  I  trust  that 
we  ourselves  may  make  a  report  which  will  soon  precipi- 
tate measures  to  that  end.  Such  being  the  future  of  this 
institution  and  of  this  town,  it  is  fitting,  right,  and  proper 
that  I,  James  Brown  Ray,  Governor  of  Indiana,  should  be 
present  on  this  historic  occasion.  Fellow-citizens,  let  us 
proceed  to  the  auspicious  performance  of  our  duties.  Let 
the  President  and  Board  of  Trustees,  the  Faculty,  and  the 
Students  precede  us.  People  of  Indiana,  attend  us ! 

(In  the  order  designated  by  the  Governor,  all  depart  in  a 
loose  procession  out  around  the  south  end  of  the  grandstand.) 


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EPISODE  THREE:    THE  INSTALLATION  OF 
PRESIDENT  WYLIE 

(From  back  of  the  grandstand  is  heard  the  singing  of  an  old 
Methodist  camp-meeting  hymn,  followed  by  the  Old  Hundred 
Doxology  as  at  the  close  of  a  meeting.  There  is  a  pause,  about 
long  enough  for  benediction.  Then  people  come  pouring  along 
to  big  good-bye  to  the  elder,  the  Rev.  Lorenzo  Dow.  He  is  rid- 
ing a  good  horse,  and  has  the  saddle-bags  and  other  equipment 
of  the  circuit  rider.  He  stops  and  turns  to  bid  the  people 
good-bye  once  more.) 

Dow :  God  save  you  everyone,  dear  friends !  This  is  the  last 
time  I  shall  look  upon  your  faces  until  we  meet  at  the  foot 
of  the  Throne !  And  then,  oh  then,  may  there  be  not  one 
missing!  (Amen!  amen!)  You  and  I,  old  men  and 
women,  must  soon  be  removed  from  this  mortal  state  to 
go  either  to  everlasting  bliss  or  everlasting  punishment. 
(We  must;  we  must.  Glory  Alleluia!  Amen!)  What  will 
become  of  the  church  when  we  are  dead  and  gone? 
(Groans.)  Young  men,  young  women,  I  trust  in  God 
that  many  of  you  will  now,  even  at  this  last  moment,  be 
converted,  and  washed  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb,  take  up 
the  cross  and  become  the  preachers  and  pious  Christians 
of  afterdays!  (Amen!  Amen!  Amen!  Glory  to  God!) 

(Several  young  men  on  the  edge  of  the  crowd,  one  especially, 
laugh  and  make  fun  of  the  old  circuit  rider.) 

Dow:  Take  care,  sinner,  take  care,  you  who  are  laughing 
yonder!  Turn  not  up  the  scornful  nose,  lest  so  you  see 
not  the  pit  yawning  before  you  and  you  be  lost  in  eternal 
fire  for  your  sins  and  wickedness !  Sinner,  you  are  mine ! 
I  will  save  you  from  the  evil  one  even  now.  Mark  me, 
sinner,  an  hour  ago,  when  the  horn  called  out  embattled 
hosts  to  private  prayer,  I  knelt  in  yonder  grove  and 
prayed  for  you.  Yes,  laughing  sinner,  laugh  no  more!  I 
prayed  that  some  poor  soul  hastening  on  its  way  to  hell 
might  be  given  to  me  for  my  hire,  and  the  Lamb  prom- 
ised me  one,  and  you — are — he!  (Glory,  Glory  Alleluia! 
Amen!  Amen!  Glory  to  God!) 

(The  young  man  to  whom  the  rider  addresxex  hi*  remark* 
is  struck  in  conscience  and  more  and  more  in  impressed  by  the 

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minister's  earnest  plea.  At  last  he  falls  down  on  his  knees, 
his  face  buried  in  his  hands,  sobbing  with  remorse  as  the 
brethren  around  him  exult  and  praise  God  for  his  salvation. 
Dow  dismounts  from  his  horse,  runs  to  him,  puts  his  hand  on 
his  head  in  blessing,  and  lifts  him  up. 

Dow :    Praise  God,  0  my  brother,  that  He  saved  thee  in  time ! 

CONVERT:  I  praise  Him!  And  I  will  go  with  thee  whereso- 
ever thou  goest;  I  will  follow  thee  and  tend  thee  all  thy 
days  until  thou  cross  the  river.  (He  goes  and  brings 
Dow's  horse  to  him.) 

Dow:  Come,  my  brother,  God  has  given  thee  to  me  and  me 
to  thee.  Come,  we  will  go  ride  and  tie  together  to  the  end. 

(Dow  mounts  his  horse  again,  silently  lifts  his  hand  in  bless- 
ing over  his  people,  turns  and  rides  away,  the  convert,  after 
bidding  a  hasty  farewell  to  his  friends,  running  along  beside 
him.  The  people  wave  farewell  and  Godspeed  to  the  minister 
and  then  sing  one  stanza  of  the  hymn.) 

(When  the  minister  has  gone,  under  the  high  tension  of 
feeling  there  is  some  weeping  among  the  women  and  then,  un- 
der the  reaction,  one  of  them  collapses.  The  neighbors  have  a 
hard  time  to  bring  her  to,  and  one  or  two  even  go  to  the  ex- 
treme to  lament  that  she  is  dead.  Dr.  David  H.  Maxwell 
comes  riding  in  on  his  horse  from  a  visit  to  patients.  He  is 
a  man  of  forty-three,  of  slight  build,  fair,  straight,  six  feet 
tall,  dignified,  courteous  and  kindly  in  manner.  Seeing  the 
trouble,  he  gets  off  his  horse  and  comes  to  the  group.) 

MAXWELL:    What  is  the  matter?    Can  I  help? 

A  WOMAN  :  Nothing  matter  at  all,  Doctor.  It 's  Sarah  Jones, 
jest  a'  got  religion ;  pretty  bad  she  is,  but  she  's  in  the 
hands  of  the  Lord. 

WOMEN  :    All  right,  doctor ;  you  know  best. 

(Dr.  Maxwell  ministers  to  the  woman,  first  making  the 
people  draw  back  a  little  to  give  her  air,  and  then  giving  her 
some  salts  to  smell.  Soon  she  revives.) 

SARAH  JONES:  Where  am  I?  Oh,  it 's  you,  doctor?  What's 
the  matter  with  me? 

MAXWELL  :  Just  a  little  too  much  for  the  nerves ;  just  a  little 
nerves.  You  '11  be  all  right  soon,  if  you  '11  take  care  of 
yourself  and  not  get  excited. 

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A  MAN  :  It 's  religion  she  got,  and  she  's  free  from  sin,  praise 
God !  She  's  a  feeling  woman,  praise  God ! 

ALL:    Amen!    Amen,  praise  God! 

MAXWELL:  Yes,  yes,  but  we  can  feel  deeply  without  tearing 
our  nerves  to  pieces.  The  Bible  says,  "Ye  shall  know  the 
truth,  and  the  truth  shall  make  you  free."  Now  do  you 
feel  better? 

SARAH  JONES  :    I  feel  better  now,  Doctor. 

MAXWELL:  Get  up  now  and  go  home.  Lie  down  and  I  will 
come  to  see  you  after  a  while. 

(Some  of  the  women  help  her  and  go  out  with  her  to  the 
north  of  the  grandstand.  Dr.  Maxwell  takes  his  horse  from 
the  boy  that  has  been  holding  it  for  him.  Mrs.  Maxwell  and 
other  ladies  with  young  men  helping  them  pass  through,  carry- 
ing chairs,  dishes,  bedding,  and  other  household  furnishings 
with  which  to  fix  up  the  Wylie's  house  for  their  reception.) 

MRS.  FARIS:  Land  sakes,  Mrs.  Maxwell,  you  goin'  to  lend 
those  best  painted  chairs  o'  yourn? 

MRS.  MAXWELL  :  Yes,  certainly.  We  want  to  make  them  com- 
fortable and  make  them  feel  welcome,  don't  ye?  You  are 
lending  your  best. 

MRS.  PARIS:  Yes,  course  I  am,  but  my  bestest  chairs  ain't 
nothin'  compared  to  them  chairs  o'  yourn. 

MRS.  ORCHARD:  How  '11  they  know  who  to  return  the  things 
to? 

MRS.  MAXWELL  :    That  will  have  to  take  care  of  itself  later. 

MRS.  ORCHARD:  I  s'pose  it  would  be  kinder  sorter  awkward 
and  inhospitable  to  go  an'  ask  fer  yer  things  back,  and 
they  won't  know  who  they  belongs  to. 

MRS.  MAXWELL  :  The  main  thing  for  us  to  worry  about  now 
is  to  give  them  a  place  to  sit  down,  and  beds  to  sleep  on 
and  things  to  eat  when  they  first  get  here  all  tired  from 
their  long  journey. 

MRS.  SMITH  :    Yes,  ez  you  say,  thet  's  the  main  thing. 

MRS.  ORCHARD:    They  kin  have  my  things  as  long  as  they  like. 

(The  Post  come*  riding  down  the  wood  road  at  a  good  parr. 
He  has  a  long  tin  horn  which  he  blown  vociferously.  He  car- 

\  -'7  ] 


ries  the  mail  in  saddle-bags.  The  people  quickly  throng  around 
him  to  receive  their  letters.) 

SEVERAL:    The  Post!  The  Post! 

AUSTIN  SEWARD  :  Did  you  see  anything  of  the  new  President 
coming  along,  Tim? 

THE  POST  :  Yes,  he  's  not  so  far  behind  me.  Coming  at  a 
fine  rate.  Got  a  barouche  and  a  Conestoga  wagon.  Hall 
and  young  Maxwell  was  with  him. 

MAXWELL:  We  might  well  be  getting  together.  Lewis  Boll- 
man  told  us  he  thought  the  wagons  would  get  here  about 
this  hour  of  the  afternoon  today.  You  take  my  horse, 
John,  and  ride  down  the  road  till  you  see  them  and  then 
come  back  as  fast  as  you  can  and  warn  us.  Meantime 
we  will  be  getting  the  people  together. 

(A  young  man  mounts  the  horse  and  rides  off  at  a  good 
pace.  People  begin  to  gather  at  the  call  of  Dr.  Maxwell  and 
the  others  that  assist  him.  Gordon  Robinson,  a  veteran  of  the 
War  of  1812,  takes  charge  of  forming  the  procession.  Trus- 
tees, county  officials,  townspeople,  students,  all  are  present. 
A  pole  is  brought  in  and  erected,  surmounted  with  the  arrange- 
ment of  candles  representative  of  the  twenty-four  students, 
two  professors,  and  one  President  of  the  College.  The  courier 
comes  riding  back  at  a  gallop.) 

COURIER  :    They  're  coming ;  they  're  coming !    They  are  near ! 

(Professor  Harney  climbs  a  beech  tree  to  see  as  soon  as  pos- 
sible the  actual  approach.  Jim  Maxwell,  Dr.  Maxwell's  four- 
teen-year-old son,  and  a  few  other  boys  also  climb  trees.  There 
is  quiet,  the  silence  of  expectation.  Suddenly  there  is  heard  up 
the  road  the  noise  of  bells,  and  commotion.) 

SEVERAL  :    Here  they  come !    Here  they  come ! 

ROBINSON  :    Fall  in !    Fall  in,  people !    Fall  in ! 

GRANNY  SHEETS:     Vhat's  happening?    Vhat's  happening? 

MRS.  FARIS  :  The  new  President's  coming. 

GRANNY  SHEETS:    Veil,  de  vorld  might  come  to  an  end  and 

I  not  know  it  till  next  day. 

(Excitement  increases,  the  people  hurriedly  taking  their 
places  in  line,  until  the  first  of  a  number  of  cows  appears  up 
the  road,  as  the  not  inconsiderable  herd  come  hurrying  along, 
their  cow-bells  jangling  and  making  quite  a  commotion.  The 
people,  laughing,  break  their  ranks.) 

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ROBINSON :    It's  a  lot  of  cows. 

MAXWELL  :    But  why  should  the  cows  be  coming  home  at  this 

time  in  the  afternoon  ? 

(The  cows  come  swinging,  jangling  down  the  road,  a  great 
many  of  them.  The  boys  start  to  head  them  off  and  drive 
them  off  to  one  side  of  the  grandstand.) 

HARNEY  (up  the  tree) :  Fall  in!  Fall  in!  James  Maxwell 's 
behind  the  cows!  I  see  his  handkerchief  waving  on  his 
whip !  The  President 's  coming ! 

ROBINSON:    Fall  in!    Fall  in,  quickly! 

(The  people  in  haste  resume  their  places  in  line,  the  crowd 
backing  up  out  of  sight  behind  the  grandstand  as  the  line  ex- 
tends. Dr.  Maxwell  and  the  Trustees  and  County  officials  are 
in  front;  next  the  students,  with  Professor  Harney  at  the 
head;  then  the  citizens  of  Bloomington,  their  families  and 
friends.  As  the  last  of  the  cows  come  down  and  are  driven 
past  on  the  slope  above  the  crowd,  James  A.  Maxwell  is  seen 
on  his  horse,  coming  ahead,  his  handkerchief  tied  to  his  whip 
which  he  waves.  He  wears  blue  breeches  and  green  leggings, 
as  also  does  Professor  Hall.  A  short  distanct  behind  comes 
Professor  Hall,  also  on  horseback,  just  in  front  of  a  barouche 
in  which  are  seated  the  new  President,  the  Rev.  Andrew 
Wylie,  his  wife,  and  his  younger  children.  Behind  the  barouche 
comes  a  Conestoga  wagon,  by  the  side  of  which  ride,  on  one 
horse,  Lewis  C.  Bollman  and  a  kinsman  of  his  on  way  to 
Bloomington.  The  other  children  of  the  President's,  with  the 
others  of  his  household,  ride  in  the  Conestoga,  while  one  or 
two  large  boys  walk  by  its  side.  A  great  cheer  goes  up  as 
President  Wylie  comes  in  sight.  At  Gordon  Robinson's  order 
the  procession  of  welcome  advances  a  short  way;  then  the 
Trustees  and  officiate  stop,  while  the  townspeople  advance 
in  two  lines,  enfolding  the  Trustees  between  them  and  form- 
ing a  pocket  into  which  the  President's  barouche  is  driven. 
The  President  bows  and  stands  and  bows  in  acknowledgment 
of  the  continued  cheering.  Dr.  Maxwell  steps  forward,  tak- 
ing papers  from  his  hat,  and  puts  up  his  hand  for  silence. 
Amid  instant  quiet,  he  addresses  to  the  new  President  the  wel- 
come of  the  College, — Trustees,  Faculty  and  Students,  and  of 
the  people  of  Bloomington.) 

MAXWELL:  Dr.  Wylie,  in  behalf  of  the  Trustees,  Faculty,  and 
Students  of  Indiana  College,  and  also  in  behalf  of  my 
fellow-citizens  of  the  Town  of  Bloomington,  I  bid  you  wel- 

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come  to  our  midst  both  as  President  of  the  College  and 
as  a  citizen  of  the  town.  We  also  wish  to  welcome  you 
and  your  family  to  all  the  fellowship  of  Indiana  neighbor- 
hood. We  all  rejoice  that  the  invitation  to  you  to  preside 
over  our  infant  institution  has  been  successful.  The 
Board  of  Trustees  have  every  confidence  that  under  the 
guidance  of  so  experienced  and  able  an  instructor,  our 
institution  will  flourish  and  become  a  praise  and  a  glory 
to  our  young  and  rising  State.  We  are  aware  that  your 
acceptance  of  our  invitation  has  caused  you  to  make  many 
sacrifices  and  to  enter  upon  a  field  of  arduous  labor.  Yet 
from  our  knowledge  of  your  character  we  are  led  to  be- 
lieve that  when  extensive  usefulness  is  before  you,  priva- 
tions and  difficulties  dwindle  into  insignificance.  The 
Board  of  Trustees  were  entirely  cordial  and  unanimous 
in  your  election  and  the  present  Faculty  were  both  very 
desirous  that  you  should  accept  our  call.  Now,  then,  that 
we  have  you  at  last  among  us,  we  bid  you,  President 
Wylie,  most  hearty  welcome. 

WYLIE  :  Dr.  Maxwell,  we  heartily  thank  you,  and  all  our  col- 
leagues of  the  Board  of  Trustees,  the  Faculty,  and  the 
Students,  and  also  the  people  of  Bloomington,  for  this 
very  kind  and  auspicious  welcome.  We  feel  it  is  a  great 
honor  to  take  part  as  President  of  Indiana  College  in  the 
true  up-building  of  the  State.  With  the  assistance  of 
our  respectable  colleagues  and  the  support  and  coopera- 
tion of  the  Board  and  other  friends  of  the  infant  institu- 
tion, we  will  rely  on  God's  blessing  for  success  in  the  un- 
dertaking we  are  now  about  to  commence,  that  of  rearing 
up  an  institution  which  shall  become,  before  long,  the 
pride  and  glory  of  the  State,  the  loved  and  revered  spot 
to  which  her  sons  shall  resort,  to  enjoy  advantages,  equal 
at  least  to  those  of  any  other  seat  of  learning  west  of  the 
Alleghenies.  A  people  who  undertake  to  maintain  their 
liberties  must  foster  institutions  of  learning.  An  edu- 
cated man  cannot  exist  without  throwing  light  around 
him.  I  am  a  believer  in  the  omnipotence  of  education,  of 
education  obtained  in  the  nursery,  at  the  paternal  fire- 
side, in  the  elementary  school  and  at  the  college.  What- 
ever industry  and  zeal  on  our  part  can  effect,  we  here 
pledge  for  the  accomplishment  of  this  object;  and  if  we 
should  not  meet  with  success,  we  shall  at  least  try  to 
deserve  it. 

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(At  the  close  of  the  addresses,  Dr.  Maxwell  and  the  Trus- 
tees go  up  and  shake  hands  with  President  and  Mrs.  Wylie. 
Professor  Harney  is  presented  and  some  of  the  townspeople; 
then  the  students  in  a  body.  Lewis  BoUman  approaches  a 
man  whom  he  has  noticed  taking  notes  of  the  addresses.) 

BOLLMAN:  What  did  you  think  of  the  new  President's  ad- 
dress? I  saw  you  taking  notes. 

MAN:  It  was  a  very  ordinary  address,  sir,  a  very  ordinary 
address.  He  used  but  two  words  that  I  did  not  know 
the  meaning  of. 

MAXWELL  :    Now,  Colonel  Robinson,  we  are  ready. 
ROBINSON  :    Fall  in !    Fall  in  your  places  again ! 

MAXWELL  :  We  will  now  escort  you  to  your  home,  which  Mrs. 
Wylie  will  find  the  ladies  of  Bloomington  have  delighted 
to  make  ready  for  your  reception.  This  evening  there 
will  be  a  feast  and  tonight  an  illumination  in  your  honor. 

(Under  the  direction  of  Gordon  Robinson,  the  Trustees  turn 
in  and  reverse  their  march;  then  follow  the  two  Professors; 
half  of  the  students;  the  President's  barouche;  the  rest  of  the 
students;  the  Conestoga  wagon;  the  townspeople.  The  people 
cheer  and  the  President  bows  continually  as  they  all  march 
out.) 


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II.    LIGHT  AND  TRUTH 

With  sudden  and  piercing  brilliance  the  orchestra  strikes 
instantly  into  a  motif  suggestive  of  clear  Light  in  the  strings 
accented  with  the  cymbals  and  maybe  the  high  brass.  As  sud- 
denly there  appears  at  the  top  of  the  slope  the  figure  of  Light, 
— not  merely  physical,  but  intellectual  and  spiritual  as  well. 
He  shines  in  white  radiance  and  carries  in  his  right  hand  a 
great  torch.  He  stands  on  the  crest  of  the  hill  near  the  Ob- 
servatory and  calls  to  men  to  come  and  receive  the  fire  of 
Light  and  Truth. 

LIGHT  :    Light !  Light !  Light !  Light !  Ye  Men  of  all  the  Earth 
Who  dwell  throughout  the  range  of  Time  and  Space, 
Arise !  Arise  from  out  the  lower  plane 
Whereon  you  live !  Bring  forth  the  unlit  torch 
Of  life !  Receive  the  fire  of  Light  and  Truth ! 

In  response  to  the  call  of  Light  there  comes  from  one  side 
of  the  grandstand  the  figure  of  the  Hebrew  race  followed  by 
several  men  of  learning  and  inspiration  of  that  race,  Moses, 
David,  and  Isaiah.  In  close  sequence  from  the  other  side  there 
comes  the  figure  of  Greece,  followed  by  Socrates,  Plato,  and 
Aristotle;  then  Rome  followed  by  Caesar,  Virgil,  and  Cicero. 
To  each  racial  figure  the  Light  inclines  his  torch  and  thereby 
lights  its  torch  and  says  to  them  as  they  open  their  books : 

LIGHT  :     Reveal  the  light !    Unveil  the  truth ! 
Except  by  these  dare  not  to  live ! 
Except  for  these  dare  not  to  die ! 
Go  forth  upon  thy  way! 

As  these  withdraw  and  take  their  places  a  little  down  the 
slope,  there  come  in  turn  from  either  side  the  Arabians  and  the 
Monastic  Learning  of  the  Middle  Ages ;  and  then,  coming  from 
both  sides,  a  larger  group  representing  the  Renaissance.  They 
join  as  they  go  up  through  the  center  of  the  other  groups  who 
welcome  them  as  the  heirs  of  all  alike.  To  these  also  the  figure 
of  Light  inclines  his  torch  and  addresses  his  exhortation  in 
briefer  form : 

LIGHT  :    Reveal  the  light !    Unveil  the  truth ! 

Almost  immediately  following  the  Renaissance  group,  yet 
distinct  from  it,  come  two  figures  representing  the  Universi- 

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ties  of  Oxford  and  Cambridge,  together  from  the  same  side. 
They  go  along  the  way  the  Renaissance  group  has  gone, 
up  through  the  middle,  and  as  they  approach  the  Light,  the 
Renaissance  group  divides  to  welcome  them  among  them  and 
to  introduce  them  to  the  Light.  Herewith  the  music  in  the 
orchestra  returning  to  the  first  clear  form  of  the  Light  motif 
in  the  strings  and  cymbals  works  up  to  a  first  climax,  marking 
the  completion  of  the  first,  the  European  stage  of  the  develop- 
ment. 

As  the  Universities  of  Oxford  and  Cambridge  turn  round 
there  enter  people  of  the  American  Colonies, — Puritans  from 
New  England,  Merchants  from  New  York,  Quakers  from 
Pennsylvania,  and  Cavaliers  from  Virginia.  They  stand  in 
two  great  groups  near  the  grandstand,  gazing  at  the  academic 
tableaux  before  them.  To  them,  one  on  either  side,  the  Uni- 
versities of  Oxford  and  Cambridge  go  down,  and  from  them 
bring  the  earlier  American  universities, — Harvard,  William 
and  Mary,  Yale,  Brown,  Pennsylvania,  Princeton, — and  escort 
them  up  the  slope  to  the  Light.  These  in  turn  go  back  and 
take  their  places  in  front  of  their  own  people. 

As  this  proceeds,  a  number  of  Hoosier  backwoodsmen,  hun- 
ters and  pioneers,  men,  women,  and  children,  come  together 
in  the  center.  Some  of  the  eastern  people  join  them.  They 
stand  far  down  by  the  grandstand  in  the  center.  To  them  the 
figure  of  Light  calls: 

LIGHT  :  Intrepid  Indiana  men,  arise ! 

Raise  high  the  torch  that  guides  your  feet  from  birth 

To  death  along  your  trails  and  streams.  Be  all 

Your  ways  with  radiance  filled,  with  Light !  With  Light ! 

At  once,  in  answer  to  his  call,  there  comes  recurrent  in  the 
music  the  Indiana  motif,  and  from  among  the  pioneers  there 
enters  the  State  of  Indiana.  She  advances  part  way  up  the 
slope  and  says  that  there  is  among  these  frontier  people  no 
university  or  means  for  spreading  the  light,  but  that  she  will 
herself  supply  the  need  and  create  a  new,  a  State  University. 

STATE  OF  INDIANA:  No  torch  sheds  light,  no  volume  shines 

for  these ; 

But  I,  the  State,  will  for  them  well  provide ! 
The  Torch !  The  book !  The  child !  The  robes  and  shield ! 

At  her  call  for  the  torch  and  the  book,  two  of  those  who  have 
come  from  the  east  bring  them.  At  her  call  for  the  child,  a 
circuit  rider  and  a  pioneer  lead  forward  to  her  a  child  dressed 

r  •«  i 


only  in  the  tunic.  When  the  robes  and  the  shield  are  brought 
to  her,  she  robes  the  child  in  them,  hangs  the  shield  on  her 
shoulder,  and  gives  her  the  torch  and  the  book.  As  all  the 
Hoosiers  raise  their  arms  in  acclamation,  the  State  of  Indiana 
leads  the  child  up  to  the  Light.  He  lights  the  torch  and  opens 
the  book  of  the  new  State  University,  repeating  in  full  the 
exhortation : 

LIGHT:  Reveal  the  light!  Unveil  the  truth! 

Except  by  these  dare  not  to  live !  Except  for  these 
Dare  not  to  die !  Go  forth  upon  thy  way ! 

The  State  of  Indiana  turns  the  child  around  and  presents  her 
to  the  people  of  the  State,  who  acclaim  their  State  and  their 
University  with  shouts  sung  on  the  Indiana  motif  with  the 
words : 

ALL:  All  hail,  Indiana,  hail! 

The  music  sweeps  into  a  brilliant,  ecstatic  march  built  on 
the  Indiana  and  the  Light  motifs,  strong  and  clear,  full  orches- 
tra. To  a  continuation  of  this  march  the  academic  groups  de- 
scend the  slope  and  go  out  at  the  base  of  the  hill:  first  the 
ancient  and  mediaeval  races,  then  the  Universities  of  Oxford 
and  Cambridge  and  the  earlier  American  universities,  follow- 
ed by  their  people.  The  people  of  Indiana  go  forward  to  meet 
their  State  and  the  child  University;  then  return  and  go  out 
with  them.  The  music  returns  to  the  clear  intense  music  of 
pure  Light  with  which  the  Interlude  began,  mainly  in  the 
strings  and  cymbals.  The  figure  of  Light  vanishes  whence 
he  came  to  this  music. 


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EPISODE  FOUR:    THE  HOOSIER  OPPOSITION   (1850) 

(Five  Election  Commissioners  come  on  with  table,  chairs, 
rope,  stakes,  and  ballot-box.  They  arrange  these  for  the  con- 
duct of  the  election.  At  the  same  time  men  and  women  pass 
through  preparing  for  a  barbecue,  carrying  picks  and  shovels 
for  the  trench,  wood,  and  creatures  for  the  feast,  an  ox,  a  hog, 
baskets  of  vegetables  and  fruit.  A  man  comes  through  the 
other  direction  driving  a  fine  cow.) 

POLITICIAN:  Hello,  Sam!  Bringing  that  'ar  critter  to  the 
barbecue  ? 

FARMER  :  No,  sir-ree !  That  'ar 's  going  to  the  Agricultural 
Society's  fair !  Coin'  take  a  prize,  too ! 

POLITICIAN  :  Ye  're  not  sure ;  better  bring  her  yere  to  us 
instead.  (Turning  to  another  man.)  Fix  up  a  place  for 
the  speakin',  Bill.  There  ain't  no  stump  worth  anything 
here  handy. 

(Bill  gets  a  large  box  and  fixes  a  step  up  to  it  and  nails  a 
rail  on.  Men,  women,  and  children  come  in,  all  kinds  and 
classes.  The  smoke  rises  from  the  barbecue  just  back  in  the 
woods  a  little  way.  A  stake  with  a  big  notice  of  the  election 
and  campaign  placards  of  the  parties  and  the  issues  is  put  up 
just  back  of  the  election  place.  A  band  is  heard  approaching. 
It  comes  in,  playing  an  old-time  tune,  at  the  head  of  a  proces- 
sion, which  marches  around  and  comes  to  a  stop  at  the  speak- 
ing-place.) 

ELECTION  COMMISSIONER:  The  polls  are  open,  gentlemen! 
Come  and  vote !  Come  and  vote ! 

(Party  workers  immediately  start  to  bring  men  up  to  vote 
and  quickly  a  line  is  formed.  Each  voter  is  asked  his  name; 
the  name  is  called  out  and  verified  on  the  books  and,  provided 
he  is  not  challenged,  the  vote  is  put  into  the  ballot  box.  The 
votes  are  pieces  of  paper  of  all  kinds  and  description.  After 
the  ballot  is  deposited,  the  voter  is  asked:) 

ELEC.  COMM.  :  Are  you  for  or  against  free  schools,  paid  for  by 
taxation? 

(The  answer,  Yes  or  No,  is  recorded  and  the  voter  pastes 
on  to  give  way  to  the  next,  cither  going  back  to  the  speaking 

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or  over  toward  the  barbecue.    This  continues  through  the  epi- 
sode until  the  balloting  is  closed  near  the  end  and  the  vote  is 
announced.    From  time  to  time  the  monotony  of  the  election 
is  varied  by  an  incident  out  of  the  order.) 
ELEC.  COMM.  :    What 's  yer  name? 

VOTER:    Ben  Robertson. 

ELEC.  COMM.  :    You  ain't  old  enough  to  vote  yet. 

VOTER  :  Yes,  I  am ;  I  'm  twenty-one.  I  could  bring  my  ma  and 
pa  to  prove  it  ef  they  wer  n't  dead  both.  Here  's  my  birth 
certificate. 

ELEC.  COMM.:  That  ain't  a  birth  certificate;  that's  a  mar- 
riage license. 

VOTER:    Oh,  is  it? 

ELEC.  COMM.:  Are  you  Benjamin  T.  Robertson?  Are  you 
married  ? 

VOTER  :    Well,  no ;  I  'm  not  married — yet.    That 's  my  father's. 

WORKER  :    Oh,  let  him  vote,  Bill,  if  he  wants  to.    He  '11  vote 

all  right. 

(As  the  procession  comes  to  a  stand-still,  the  Chairman 
mounts  the  box,  and  is  about  to  open  the  rally,  when  Cornelius 
Perring  comes  in  with  a  group  of  the  young  ladies  of  the  Mon- 
roe County  Female  Seminary.  People  make  way  for  them.) 

PERRING  :  I  thank  you.  I  think  it  proper  that  my  young  ladies 
should  be  interested  in  matters  of  public  education. 

CHAIRMAN:  Ladies  and  gentlemen  and  fellow-citizens  of 
Bloomington  and  Monroe  County:  It  is  with  great 
pleasure  I  proceed  to  discharge  the  duties  that  you  have 
done  me  the  honor  to  impose  upon  me.  This  election  is 
one  of  the  greatest  importance  to  every  person  here,  man, 
woman,  or  child.  The  voters  are  this  day  to  decide 
whether  they  favor  free  public  schools  paid  for  by  State 
taxation  (cheers;  and  loud  cries  of  No!  and  also  cries  not 
so  strong  of  Yes!),  and  they  are  to  elect  from  their  num- 
ber one  who  shall  represent  them  in  the  Constitutional 
Convention  to  prepare  a  new  organic  law  for  the  State  of 
Indiana.  Today  we  have  the  honor  of  listening  to  three 
speakers.  The  first  is  an  ardent  champion  of  the  propo- 
sition that  the  State  should  support  free  schools.  I  have 
the  pleasure  of  introducing  to  you  the  Rev.  Caleb  Mills, 
of  Crawfordsville,  who  will  now  address  you. 

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CALEB  MILLS:  Ladies  and  gentlemen  of  Bloomington  and 
Monroe  County:  With  utmost  confidence  that  your  ac- 
tion at  the  polls  today  will  be  controlled  by  that  noble  and 
patriotic  principle,  the  public  good,  I  will  proceed  to  the 
presentation  of  such  facts  and  suggestions  upon  the  sub- 
ject of  Education  as  may  be  of  service  to  you.  The  true 
glory  of  a  people  consists  in  the  intelligence  and  virtue 
of  its  individual  members.  On  you  now  rests  the  respon- 
sibility of  consummating  what  was  so  nobly  conceived  by 
the  f  ramers  of  our  constitution,  by  registering  such  a  vote 
in  favor  of  free  public  schools  supported  by  the  State  as 
shall  justify  your  legislature  in  prompt,  efficient,  and 
adequate  appropriation  for  education.  The  burdens  its  op- 
eration may  occasion  will  not  be  reluctantly  borne  by  a 
community  that  scorns  the  repudiation  of  a  debt  incurred 
for  the  construction  of  railroads  and  canals.  The  works 
contemplated  by  such  a  system  of  education  are  designed 
to  develop  the  mental  and  moral  resources  of  the  rising 
generation,  and  convert  every  log  cabin  in  the  State  into 
a  depot  of  knowledge  upon  the  great  railroad  of  litera- 
ture and  science.  We  need  no  foreign  capitalist  to  take 
such  stock.  Its  dividends  will  be  paid,  not  in  some  distant 
city,  but  at  the  fireside  of  every  freeman  in  the  common- 
wealth. 

Let  us  ascertain  how  many  of  our  youth  are  deprived 
of  what  should  be  the  birthright  of  all,  the  means  of  an 
education.  Then  let  the  question  be  fairly  met,  what  is 
the  duty  of  this  great,  noble  State?  Of  the  268,040  in- 
habitants over  twenty  years  of  age  in  Indiana  in  1840, 
38,100  were  unable  to  read  and  write.  One-seventh  part 
of  our  adult  population  unable  to  read  the  word  of  God, 
or  the  votes  they  cast  in  the  exercise  of  their  election 
franchise!  Of  the  approximately  319,344  children  be- 
tween five  and  twenty  years  of  age  in  the  State  by  the 
report  of  the  superintendent  of  schools  only  214,442  are 
receiving  instruction  and  many  of  these  doubtless  only 
half  the  instruction  each  should  receive.  That  is,  many 
a  parent  pledges  himself  to  patronize  the  district  school 
a  scholar  and  a  half,  and  to  avoid  repudiation  sends  a 
half  a  dozen  children  at  various  times  during  the  quarter 
a  sufficient  number  of  days  to  be  equal  to  the  regular 
attendance  of  one  pupil  for  a  quarter  and  a  half. 

A  MAN  IN  THE  CROWD:  That's  right,  what  he  says.  I  do 
myself. 

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CALEB  MILLS  :  In  twenty-two  counties  of  the  State  the  number 
of  those  over  twenty  unable  to  read  and  write  is  one  in 
less  than  6, — from  one  in  5.9  to  one  in  2.3.  There  is  one 
bright  spot  on  our  eastern  horizon,  which  to  the  honor 
of  the  Friends  deserves  to  be  exhibited  and  which  shows 
what  can  be  done  in  Indiana  when  there  is  the  disposition. 
The  county  of  Wayne  brings  the  number  up  to  one  in 
222.  (Some  polite  but  not  too  spirited  applause.)  Among 
the  States  of  the  federal  union  Connecticut  stands  high- 
est at  one  in  every  311.2 ;  the  free  States  average  at  one 
in  11.6,  while  Indiana  stands  at  one  in  7,  almost  as  low 
as  the  slave  States  at  one  in  5.6.  This  discloses  a  state  of 
things  that  may  well  alarm  us  for  the  perpetuity  of  the 
Union  and  rouse  the  public  mind. 

A  DRUNKEN  MAN  :    On  the  wings  of  love  I  fly 

From  grocer-ee  to  grocer-eye ! 

CALEB  MILLS:  The  State  should  pay  for  the  education  of  her 
people.  "What  costs  nothing  is  worth  nothing."  Let  a 
State  tax  of  two  mills  on  the  dollar  be  levied  and  a  town- 
ship tax  of  one  mill  on  the  dollar  be  authorized  for  this 
purpose.  It  is  the  duty  of  the  State  to  furnish  the  means 
of  primary  education  to  the  entire  youth  within  her 
bounds.  It  is  right ;  it  is  policy.  It  is  for  you  to  command 
that  such  a  plan  shall  be  immediately  adopted. 

(There  is  some  respectful  applause.  It  is  interrupted,  how- 
ever, by  the  beginning  of  a  fight.) 

ROUGH  :  Howsomever  what  he  says  may  be,  I  kin  lick  anyone 
here! 

ANOTHER  :    Aw,  gwan,  ye  kinnot. 

ELEC.  COMM.  :  Get  away  from  here  if  you  want  to  fight !  No 
fighting  near  the  polls,  or  I  '11  run  you  both  in  jail. 

(The  roughs  and  their  adherents  withdraw  up  the  hill  a 
little  way  and  there  get  to  work  in  a  ruleless  fight  beginning 
with  the  striking  and  dodging  of  blows  and  soon  coming  to  a 
clinch  and  a  rough  and  tumble  until  one  cries  "  'Nough!" 
Meantime  the  Chairman  proceeds  to  introduce  the  next 
speaker.) 

CHAIRMAN  :  Fellow  citizens,  I  now  have  the  pleasure  of  intro- 
ducing to  you  our  friend  and  neighbor  and  representative 


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in  the  Legislature,  where  he  shines  among  his  betters,  the 
Hon.  Reuben  Nichols  of  Monroe  County. 

NICHOLS:  My  friends  and  neighbors,  and  may  I  call  all  of 
you  my  constituents,  this  is  not  the  time  for  me  to  dis- 
play my  powers  of  eloquence.  You  have  listened  to  fine 
speaking  from  our  friend  here  from  Crawfordsville.  I 
had  no  college  education  like  he  had.  I  'm  just  a  plain 
man,  like  anyone  of  you.  It  may  be  that  I  shall  come  to 
consider  this  here  question  of  free  schools  later,  setting 
as  your  representative  in  the  halls  of  legislation  at  the 
State  capital.  I  want  right  here  and  now  simply  to  say 
what  I  think  and  what  I  'spect  you  think  on  this  here 
proposition  of  raising  the  taxes  for  educating  other 
people's  children.  I'm  in  favor  of  education,  my  fellow 
citizens,  just  the  same  as  Mr.  Mills  is,  but  the  real  ques- 
tion is,  how  're  ye  going  to  get  it !  I  believe  the  best  edu- 
cation a  man  can  get  is  from  life!  And  the  sooner  a  man 
gets  out  into  life,  the  better,  for  then  he  's  a-getting  to 
the  best  there  is.  Think  of  your  old  father  and  your  old 
mother  what  brought  you  up!  Do  you  want  to  be  better 
off  than  them?  I  say  shame  on  you  if  you  do!  Follow 
in  their  footsteps!  Imitate  the  best  ye  can  their  noble 
example !  There 's  more  education  in  that,  in  my  opin- 
ion, than  in  all  the  books  what  was  ever  printed,  or  was 
ever  worshiped  in  a  college  like  that  'ar  at  Crawfords- 
ville, or  like  this  one  of  our  'n  here  at  Bloomington,  for 
I  want  to  tell  you,  my  fellow  citizens,  that  if  we  've  got 
to  have  a  college,  we  've  got  one  right  here  as  good  as 
any  of  our  own,  and  I  believe  in  the  home  product. 
(Cheers.)  Yes,  friends,  the  home  product.  Thet  's  what  I 
believe  in!  Now  there  was  one  thing  the  last  speaker 
said  that  attracted  my  attention.  I  agree  with  him  in  it. 
But  I  do  n't  believe  it  means  just  what  he  made  it  out 
for  to  mean.  He  says,  "What  costs  nothing  is  worth 
nothing."  The  man  what  do  n't  want  his  childern  edu- 
cated enough  to  pay  for  it  don't  want  them  educated 
much,  and  let  me  tell  you,  my  friends  and  neighbors,  that 
man  won't  care  more  for  it  for  someone  else  paying  for 
it  instead  of  him,  whether  it  is  the  State  or  who  it  is. 

A  MAN  IN  THE  CROWD:  Thet 's  right!  I  ain't  married.  Why 
should  I  pay  for  larnin'  your  children,— how  many  ye 
got? 

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OTHER  MAN:    Well, — who  is  to  pay  fer  them? 

NICHOLS  :  My  friends,  I  love  my  childern  and  I  want  to  feel 
the  cost  of  their  schoolin'!  I  think  it  is  the  same  way 
with  all  of  you!  The  last  speaker  has  said  a  good  deal 
about  the  people  of  Indiana  not  being  able  to  read  and 
write  as  much  as  in  other  States  where  they  do  not  have 
to  work  so  hard  to  earn  an  honest  living  as  we  do  here. 
Talking  against  his  State!  Yes,  but  I  shall  say  nothing 
of  that.  Why?  Will  I  not  stand  up  for  my  State,  and 
the  people  of  my  State  ?  I  '11  tell  you  why !  I  wipe  away 
all  his  figures,  his  one  in  5.9  and  2.3 !  Three-tenths  of  a 
person!  Why  should  I  answer  such  arguments !  Do  you 
want  me  to  ?  No,  but  I  will  tell  you  why :  it  is  not  books 
that  make  fine  men  and  tender  women,  but  character! 

ANOTHER  MAN  :  Why  should  one  pay  for  others  ?  Eddikashin 
ain't  charity. 

NICHOLS:  See  here,  it  is  conscience  that  makes  a  man  do 
what's  right,  not  books!  Am  I  right?  So  why  pay  at- 
tention to  figures?  If  other  States  can  read  more  books 
and  write  more  useless  nonsense,  Indiana  can  show  finer 
men  and  more  lovable  women,  and  the  way  the  people 
from  the  east  is  coming  across  the  mountains  into  the 
State  of  Indiana  proves  that  they  know  it  over  there 
theirselves  and  thet  they  are  leaving  their  old  homes  and 
coming  to  Indiana  as  fast  as  they  can  get  here.  My 
friends,  I  thank  you.  Vote  for  free  schools  and  higher 
taxes  if  you  want  to. 

(Amid  roars  of  applause  he  comes  down.  There  is  a  stam- 
pede over  to  the  polls,  where  the  crowd  is  so  great  that  the 
voting  is  impeded.) 

ELEC.  COMM.  :  Say,  Tom,  get  a  couple  of  fellows  and  start  a 
fight  over  there,  so  we  can  ease  off  this  crowd  a  bit.  We 
are  swamped.  Stay  back  there,  men ! 

(Tom  does  it  with  great  success;  a  fine  fight  is  soon  going 
on  a  few  rods  away  and  the  voting  goes  on  more  easily.  Men 
come  through  with  transit  and  other  instruments,  surveying 
for  the  New  Albany  and  Salem  Railroad.  The  Chairman  calls 
to  the  men  to  come  back  to  the  speaking.) 

CHAIRMAN  :  Here,  men ;  here,  men !  Speaking  ain't  over !  It 
is  now  my  privilege  as  it  is  always  a  pleasure  to  introduce 
to  you  a  man  who  even  though  he  is  a  professor  at  the 

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University,  we  know  better  as  our  own  townsman.  He 
come  from  the  east  and  he  ain't  been  here  long,  but  all 
the  same  he  is  a  real  western  man!  Professor  Daniel 
Read.  He  's  a-going  to  the  Constitutional  Convention. 

CROWD  :    That 's  what  he  is !    We  '11  send  him  there ! 

(General  applause  as  Professor  Read  with  an  informal 
geniality  but  with  nonetheless  a  fine  dignity  mounts  the  plat- 
form and,  smiling,  bows  to  the  crowd.  The  principals  in  the 
fight  make  it  up  between  them  and  send  all  the  men  to  hear 
Professor  Read.) 

READ  :  My  friends  and  fellow-citizens :  What  are  these  men 
doing  over  here?  Do  I  not  understand  that  they  are  sur- 
veying the  route  for  a  railroad?  for  the  New  Albany  & 
Salem  Railroad  that  is  to  pass  through  Bloomington  ?  Is  it 
not  true  that  many  of  us  have  invested  money  in  the  bonds 
of  this  railroad  company?  I  have  taken  some  of  the  stock, 
all  I  could  afford,  and  many  of  you  here  before  me  have. 
I  understand  that  our  friend  here,  Judge  Nichols,  has 
bought  railroad  stock. 

NICHOLS  :  I  have.  I  believe  in  the  railroad,  and  I  want  every- 
one to  know  it. 

READ  :  Judge  Nichols  says  that  he  believes  in  the  railroad  and 
has  bought  stock  in  it.  Can  it  be  that  he  is  so  untrue  to 
his  dear  old  father  and  mother  as  not  to  be  content  with 
the  means  of  transportation  that  they  had?  (Laughs.) 
My  parents  wanted  me  to  have  greater  advantages  than 
they  had  and  they  toiled  and  endured  hardship  that  I 
should  have  them.  You  and  I  wish  our  children  to  have 
greater  advantages  than  we  have  had  in  turn.  If  we  do 
not,  then  shame  on  us!  Judge  Nichols  will  agree  with 
me,  I  think,  in  saying  that  nothing  was  good  enough  for 
the  old  folks.  It  does  not  therefore  follow  that  what  they 
had  was  good  enough  for  them.  It  is  our  duty  to  them 
as  well  as  to  ourselves  and  to  our  children  to  advance  be- 
yond what  they  had  both  in  the  matter  of  roads  and  rail- 
roads and  in  the  matter  of  schools  and  colleges.  (Cheer*,) 
You  are  deciding  today  whether  or  not  to  send  me  as 
your  representative  to  the  Constitutional  Convention. 
(Cries  of  We  will!  We  will!)  In  the  few  minutes  at  my 
disposal  I  want  to  tell  you  of  a  matter  closely  concerning 
you  and  the  whole  State  which  will  come  before  the  con- 
vention, and  I  want  to  tell  you  what  my  attitude  on  the 

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question  will  be.  An  attack  will  be  made  upon  our  Uni- 
versity, very  probably,  in  the  form  of  a  resolution  that 
the  income  from  its  land  endowment  fund  be  distributed 
among  the  church  colleges  of  the  State  in  proportion  to 
their  attendance.  If  this  attack  is  made,  a  resolution  will 
be  introduced  by  the  Hon.  John  Pettit,  of  Tippecanoe 
County,  to  the  effect  that  all  trust  funds  held  by  the  State 
shall  remain  inviolate,  and  be  faithfully  applied  to  the 
purposes  for  which  the  trust  was  created.  This  will  pro- 
tect the  University  and  also  meet  all  future  contingencies 
of  like  character.  My  position  on  this  question  will  be 
found  to  be  as  follows : 

This  endowment  of  the  University,  my  friends,  is  a 
fund,  not  a  single  dollar  of  which  the  State  of  Indiana 
ever  gave ;  a  fund  of  which  the  State  is  the  mere  trustee. 
In  regard  to  this  trust  fund  the  State  has  but  a  single  duty 
to  perform, — in  all  good  faith  to  carry  out  the  purposes 
of  the  fund.  (Cheers.)  If  in  any  way,  whether  by  this 
diversion  of  the  funds  or  by  leaving  the  matter  unsettled 
for  the  present,  the  faith  of  the  State  be  not  now  asserted, 
you  may  as  well  destroy  the  University  at  once.  Compe- 
tent men  will  not  come  to  it  as  professors,  nor  remain 
here ;  nor  will  students  resort  to  an  institution  the  tenure 
of  whose  existence  is  uncertain  and  doubtful.  What  does 
your  University  mean  to  you  and  to  Indiana  ?  You  cannot 
go  into  any  body  of  men,  whether  professional,  political, 
or  literary,  in  this  State  in  which  you  will  not  find  the 
sons  of  your  University.  Young  men  of  genius  and  ambi- 
tion, struggling  with  poverty,  through  its  provisions  have 
obtained  all  the  advantages  of  education  which  wealth  can 
bestow.  The  rich  can  send  their  sons  to  distant  institu- 
tions. Not  so  with  the  poor  and  those  of  moderate  means. 
They  must  have  institutions  near  at  hand,  or  be  excluded 
from  their  advantages. 

COMMENTS  :  That 's  right,  what  he  says.  I  was  going  to  let 
my  boy  go  to  the  collidge,  but  I  ain't  got  money  to  send 
him  away.  Sure  he 's  right.  He 's  a  powerful  smart  man ! 
He 's  a  clever  feller !  I  '11  vote  f er  him  every  time,  I  do  n't 
keer  what  his  politics  is ! 

READ  :  Then,  further,  my  fellow-citizens,  is  there  nothing  due 
to  you  who  bought  the  Seminary  lands  more  than  thirty 
years  ago  after  the  site  of  the  Seminary,  which  is  now  the 

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University,  had  been  fixed  here,  and  who  bought  the  lands 
in  part  at  least  because  it  had  been  fixed  here?  Is  it  just 
and  honest,  is  it  fair  and  honorable  for  the  State  now  to 
scatter  the  fund  and  strike  a  death  blow  at  a  town  which 
has  grown  up  around  this  institution?  (Cries  of  No!  No! 
It  is  not  right!  Hurrah  for  Read!  Cheers!) 

But  some  say,  let  some  religious  denomination  buy  out 
the  University  property  at  Bloomington.  What  denomi- 
nation wants  it?  Does  yours?  Or  yours?  Will  yours 
buy  it?  Do  you  ask  for  a  refusal  of  it  for  your  church? 
No  man  ever  heard  me  utter  a  syllable  against  the  noble 
and  persevering  efforts  of  some  of  our  religious  denomi- 
nations in  building  up  institutions  of  education.  I  honor 
them.  There  is  room  and  work  for  all.  And  I  feel  quite 
sure  that,  could  I  have  the  suffrage  of  all  the  colleges  of 
the  State  upon  this  question,  it  would  be  their  unanimous 
declaration  that  the  State  University  has  a  work  to  per- 
form which  is  needed  in  the  field  of  education  in  Indiana, 
and  which  none  of  them  can  fill  in  its  place. 

Shall  we,  as  a  State,  proceed  thus  in  the  spirit  of  reck- 
lessness to  tear  down  our  institutions,  and  even  with  the 
assent  of  Congress,  violate  the  trust  of  1816  when  Indi- 
ana became  a  State?  No!  Let  it  be  written  broadly  and 
boldly  upon  the  Constitution  itself  that  the  faith  of  the 
State  is,  in  regard  to  these  funds  as  in  all  matters,  to  be 
preserved  inviolate  and  sacred,  that  public  faith  is  a  part 
of  the  Constitution  of  Indiana.  This  is  the  position  that 
I  shall  urge  as  strongly  as  may  be  in  me  if  elected  to  be 
a  member  of  the  Constitutional  Convention.  As  you  be- 
lieve with  me  or  not  in  this  matter,  vote  for  me  or  vote 
against  me. 

(Loud  and  prolonged  cheers.  Men  flock  over  to  the  polls  and 
pour  through  the  ropes,  reach  their  ballots  in  over  the  heads 
of  others  and  call  out  their  votes  for  Read.  The  cook  comes 
down  from  the  barbecue.) 

CHAIRMAN:    Come,  men!    Come!    The  polls  close  soon.  Hurry 
up  there  if  you  want  to  vote ! 

COOK :    Barbecue  's  ready !    Barbecue  's  ready !    Come,  every- 
body!   Eat  yer  fill! 

MEN  :    I  voted  fer  Read,  o'  course ;  he  's  the  man  for  us ;  he 
knows.    But  I  be  dinged  ef  I  b'lieve  in  raising  the  taxes ! 

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No  sir-ree,  I  'm  agin  free  schools.    Ef  we  send  Read  to 
the  Convention  thet  's  all  we  need  t'  do. 

CHAIRMAN  :    Silence,  men,  silence !    Here 's  the  vote ! 

MEN  :  Git  up  on  the  platform !  Shut  up,  you  fellers !  Go  up 
thar,  Ben! 

CHAIRMAN  :  The  vote  on  free  schools  paid  for  by  extra  taxes 
is  307  against  and  128  for;  lost  by  179.  (Cheers.)  For 
representative  to  the  Constitutional  Convention  Daniel 
Read  is  elected.  (Loud  cheers.)  His  vote  is  383  out  of 
the  435  ballots  cast.  The  balance  of  42  votes  was  divided 
among  three  men.  I  will  not  give  their  names.  Daniel 
Read  is  elected.  I  present  him  to  you ! 

(There  is  tremendous  shouting  and  cheering.  Professor 
Read  is  made  to  go  up  on  the  platform  and  bow  again  and 
again.  There  are  calls  for  a  speech.  Finally,  as  the  only  way 
to  stop  the  demonstration,  he  puts  up  his  hand  for  silence.) 

READ  :  My  friends  and  fellow-citizens,  I  thank  you  most,  most 
sincerely  for  the  confidence  you  have  expressed  in  me.  I 
will  do  my  utmost  to  be  worthy  of  my  irust.  (Laughs.) 
It  is  evident  that  the  people  of  Bloomington  are  devoted 
to  the  interests  of  their  University  and  of  their  State, 
and  will  loyally  do  their  utmost  to  support  it.  The  cook  is 
vociferously  making  it  known  that  the  barbecue  is  ready. 
Let  us  all  go  and  enjoy  together  what  has  been  provided 
for  us. 

(With  cheers  and  many  crowding  up  to  offer  congratula- 
tions and  promises  of  support,  all  go  off  together  in  the  direc- 
tion whither  the  Cook,  armed  with  his  big  fork,  is  beckoning 
them.) 


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EPISODE  FIVE:    NORTH  AND  SOUTH  (1861) 

(From  the  south  end  of  the  grandstand  comes  a  pedlar,  cry- 
ing his  wares.  A  few  men  and  women  pass  along  as  on  the 
street.  To  them  the  pedlar  tries  to  show  what  he  has  to  sell. 
One  man  stops  and  pretends  to  buy,  but  talks  quietly  and  rap- 
idly with  him.) 

PEDLAR  :    Better  buy.    Good  quality  as  you  '11  get  in  Indian- 
apolis or  Louisville. 

CUSTOMER:    No,  not  this  time;  another  time  maybe.    When 
will  you  be  around  again  ? 

PEDLAR  :    About  ten  days. 

(At  the  same  time  three  horsemen  are  seen  riding  quickly 
up  the  drive  from  Kirkwood  Avenue.  One  stops  his  horse, 
looks  over  toward  the  grandstand  and  starts  to  ride  across. 
He  calls  to  his  companions  and  they  also  ride  across.  They 
come  up  to  the  pedlar,  look  at  him,  then  at  some  of  the  pas- 
sersby,  and  then  address  him.  They  wear  broad-brimmed 
hats,  ride  freely,  are  armed,  and  have  handcuffs  hanging  from 
their  saddle  horns.) 

SLAVE  HUNTER  :    Hey !    You  pedlar !    Seen  a  wagon  with  five 
men  and  two  women  in  it  pass  this  way?    A  hay  wagon. 

PEDLAR  :     No.     Seen  a  wagon,  but  could  n't  say  it  had  the 
people  you  want  in  it. 

SLAVE  HUNTER:    Which  way  did  it  go? 

PEDLAR  :    Up  that  way.    Passed  it  about  mile  or  so  outside  of 
town,  going  right  smart  pace. 

SLAVE  HUNTER:    That  may  be  them.     (To  his  companions) 
Come! 

(Digging  spurs  into  their  horses,  they  gallop  off  up  the  road 
the  way  the  pedlar  pointed.  From  the  north  end  of  the  grand- 
stand comes  a  hay  wagon.  On  it  are  two  white  men,  one  driv- 
ing, the  other  sitting  on  top  of  the  hay  and  keeping  watch; 
both  armed.  ALio  on  the  wagon  are  three  negro  men  and  two 
negro  women.  The  pedlar  sees  them  ax  they  approach,  turn* 
out  of  his  way  to  hail  them  and  offers  them  hix  ware*.) 

PEDLAR:    Fine   kitchen   ware!    Pots   and    pans!   Take   them 


right  home  with  you !     Cheap  as  you  '11  buy  anywhere ! 
—Hello,  John ! 

GUARD:    This  you,  Turner? 

PEDLAR:  Yes.  Which  way'd  you  come?  Been  looking  for 
you. 

GUARD:  Up  through  Ira  Caswell's,  then  Cockrum's,  and  Dr. 
Posey's  coal  bank  at  Petersburg;  after  that  around  by 
way  of  Bedford.  Safe  up  here  at  last,  are  n't  we? 

PEDLAR  :  No.  Lot  of  people  round  here  from  Carolina.  They 
came  to  Indiana  to  get  away  from  slavery,  but  they  're  not 
abolitionists,  so  ride  close  till  you  get  north  of  Indianap- 
olis. Some  slave  hunters  on  your  track. 

GUARD:    Looking  for  us? 
PEDLAR  :    What  've  you  got  ? 
GUARD  :    Three  men  and  two  women. 

PEDLAR  :  Yes,  they  've  got  your  description.  I  sent  them  up 
that  way.  I  came  down  that  way  and  knew  you  had  not 
gone  along. 

GUARD  :    Get  in,  you  people !    Get  in ! 

PEDLAR:  Yes,  get  in.  Tom  (to  driver),  you  better  turn  up 
that  way  and  take  the  back  wood  road  up  above  Morgan- 
town. 

(The  negroes  jump  down  off  the  wagon,  keeping  close,  evi- 
dently much  frightened.  The  guard  pitches  off  a  few  forks 
of  hay,  disclosing  a  large  hole  in  the  middle  of  the  load.  One 
by  one  the  negroes  then  climb  up  and  get  down  into  the  hole, 
after  which  the  guard  replaces  some  hay  loosely  on  top  again.) 

GUARD  :    Sit  close  in  there.    Do  n't  bulge  the  hay  out,  so  it  '11 

show. 

(The  hay  wagon  drives  off  by  the  Observatory.  The  pedlar 
continues  to  cry  his  wares.  Again  people  pass  through,  some 
of  them  talking  quite  excitedly  about  the  general  situation. 
Ladies  show  some  feeling  of  prejudice  and  of  preference  to- 
ward those  they  meet.  The  pedlar  lingers  in  the  neighbor- 
hood. A  telegraph  boy  goes  through.) 

MAN:    Any  news  from  Washington,  boy? 

BOY  :    No,  sir.    Private  despatch  for  Abram  Buskirk. 

SECOND  MAN  :  We  must  preserve  the  law  on  both  sides  until 
the  slavery  question  is  amicably  settled. 

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THIRD  MAN  (leading  a  horse) :  That  will  never  be.  We  might 
as  well  be  well  prepared.  The  South  is  getting  ready  and 
is  sending  spies  all  through  the  North  and  agents  to  con- 
fer with  Copperheads  and  Butternuts. 

SECOND  MAN:  You  only  do  harm  by  stirring  up  hostility. 
You  do  more  harm  than  good. 

THIRD  MAN  :    We  must  be  ready. 

(The  slave  hunters  come  back.  One  sees  the  pedlar,  and 
beckons  him  to  him.  The  third  man  notices  this  and  ap- 
proaches them.) 

SLAVE  HUNTER  :    You  say  you  saw  the  wagon  go  that  way  ? 

PEDLAR:  I  saw  a  wagon  go  that  way.  Be  careful,  there  are 
abolitionists  around  here. 

SLAVE  HUNTER  (to  the  others) :  This  man  will  help  us.  He  's 
all  right. 

PEDLAR  :    I  come  from  Carolina. 

SLAVE  HUNTER:  How  many  men  were  there  on  the  wagon 
that  you  saw? 

PEDLAR  :  Two.  Two  white  men  up  on  top  the  hay.  I  thought 
I  saw  two  others  walking  by  the  load,  but  they  were  on 
the  other  side  of  the  wagon  from  me.  I  could  not  see 
them,  if  they  were  black  or  white.  I  never  thought. 

SLAVE  HUNTER:    Ha!    Hm! 

PEDLAR:  How  far  did  you  go?  As  far  as  the  forks?  And 
then  which  way  ? 

THIRD  MAN:   What  you  want  'round  here? 

SLAVE  HUNTER  :    What  are  you  ?    What 's  that  to  you  ? 

THIRD  MAN  :  Enough.  That  way  's  your  road.  Ho,  fellows, 
I  tell  them  that 's  their  road ! 

OTHERS  :    That 's  what  it  is. 

(Other  young  men  come  up  and  join  the  third  man.  Others 
still  come  in,  some  on  horseback,  some  on  foot,  and  gather 
around  the  third  man.  The  slave  hunters  start  to  draw  their 
revolvers.  The  third  man  stops  them  by  a  sign  of  hvt  hand  a* 
several  of  his  friends  start  to  draw  also.) 

THIRD  MAN :    We  want  no  trouble  here.    Now  leave! 


(The  slave  hunters  take  a  look  around,  judge  the  time  for 
resistance  would  be  ill-advised,  and  sullenly  ride  off  the  way 
they  came.  The  others  watch  them  as  they  go.  The  slave 
hunters,  after  they  have  gone  back  a  way,  stop  and  look  up  the 
other  way,  considering  whether  or  not  to  try  that  road.  There- 
upon the  Northerners  start  after  them  and  follow  them  out.) 

THIRD  MAN:  Fellows,  we  must  take  this  up  systematically, 
and  do  as  we  said, — organize.  Come  to  my  house,  all  of 
you,  tonight  and  we  will  organize  the  Monroe  County 
Night  Watchers. 

OTHERS  :    All  right.    We'  11  be  there. 

THIRD  MAN  :  Bring  others, — if  you  know  for  sure  that  they 
are  all  right. — Say,  what  are  those  fellows  doing  now? 
Let 's  after  them  and  see  them  out  of  town  and  a  good 
piece  on  their  way. 

(Excitement  becomes  evident  among  the  people.) 

MAN:  What!  Have  you  heard  the  news?  Sumter  is  fired 
on ;  actually  fired  on. 

OTHERS:    Fired  on?   War! 

MAN:  The  President  has  called  for  troops!  Thank  God  we 
have  a  company  all  ready,  drilled  and  prepared  to  go ! 

(There  is  great  confusion  and  ever-increasing  excitement. 
People  hurry  back  and  forward,  telling  each  other  the  news, 
women  and  young  people  as  well  as  men.  The  Court  House 
bell  rings.  Bugles  and  drums  are  heard  calling  the  recruits  to 
arms.  Here  and  there  a  young  soldier  hurries  through,  more 
and  more  frequently.  At  last  an  officer,  Captain  James  R. 
Kelley,  and  a  sergeant,  James  S.  Black,  ex-' 61,  come  in,  fol- 
lowed by  fife  and  drum  and  bugler.) 

KELLEY:    Sound  assembly! 

(The  bugle  sounds  first  call  for  assembly  and  then  the  fife 
and  drum  take  up  the  call  until  the  bugle  sounds  again.  The 
soldiers  come  pouring  in.  Their  families  and  friends  also 
come  with  them.  The  assembly  itself  is  sounded.  There  is 
silence  as  the  company  is  formed.  Miss  Mary  Maxwell  and 
Miss  Mary  Anna  Ballantine  come  in,  carrying  a  beautiful  new 
flag  which  the  young  women  of  the  town  and  of  the  Seminary 
have  made  for  the  company.  They  are  also  accompanied  by 
one  of  the  ministers  of  the  town  and  by  the  Mayor  of  Bloom- 
ington.  All  the  people  sing  THE  BATTLE  HYMN  OF  THE  RE- 

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PUBLIC.  At  the  end,  the  two  young  ladies  advance  toward  the 
company.  Miss  Ballantine  holds  the  flag,  as  Miss  Maxwell 
speaks,  reading  her  address  from  manuscript.) 

Miss  MAXWELL:  We  come  to  bid  you  God-speed.  Our  fair 
land,  which  a  few  short  weeks  ago  lay  in  tranquility  and 
repose,  is  now  bristling  with  bayonets.  With  drums  beat- 
ing and  banners  floating  upon  the  breeze,  the  streets  of 
our  towns  and  cities  are  thronged  with  soldiers.  Our  bar- 
racks and  our  public  buildings  are  filled  to  overflowing; 
the  camps  and  tents  are  full,  for  the  southern  leaders 
have  trained  their  guns  on  the  flag  and  Sumter  has  fallen. 

You  are  fighting  for  your  country  and  your  country's 
honor.  Fight  on  until  our  flag  is  again  hailed  with  that 
allegiance  and  honor,  love  and  respect  that  is  its  due,  and 
which  until  recently  it  has  ever  received.  When  this  is 
accomplished,  then  stay  thy  hand.  Hold  out  the  olive 
branch  to  your  misguided  brothers.  We  know  them  to  be 
generous  and  daring,  gallant  and  brave.  While  you  are 
a  sturdy  foe,  be  also  a  magnanimous  one. 

This  banner  in  behalf  of  your  mothers,  wives,  sisters, 
and  friends  we  now  present  to  you.  The  flag  of  our  infant 
colonies,  the  flag  of  our  Revolutionary  sires,  the  flag 
which  proudly  asserts  and  maintains  our  country's  pres- 
ent greatness,  we  commit  to  your  keeping.  We  will  pray 
that  the  God  of  battles  may  watch  over  you,  shield  and 
protect  you  from  every  danger  and  return  you  in  safety 
to  your  homes. 

(Miss  Maxwell  takes  the  flag  from  Miss  Ballantine  and 
steps  forward  with  it.) 

CAPT.  KELLEY  :    Sergeant  Black,  you  receive  the  flag. 

(Sergeant  Black  takes  the  flag  from  Miss  Maxwell  and  turns 
with  it  to  his  comrades,  holding  it  high  over  his  head.) 

BLACK  :  Boys,  will  you  be  loyal  to  this  flag,  and  die  for  it  if 
necessary  ? 

ALL  (with  a  great  shout) :    We  will! 

BLACK  (turning  around  to  Miss  Maxwell  again)  :  Every  man 
has  answered  for  himself.  We  will  be  loyal  to  the  flag. 
We  will  fight  under  it  and  for  it, — and,  if  it  be  our  lot,  we 
will  gladly  die  under  it.  We  all  of  us  thank  you  for  the 
flag  more  than  I  can  say.  It  will  represent  you  to  us,  our 
mothers  and  sisters  and  wives  and  friends  who  made  it, 

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as  well  as  our  country.    We  promise  you  to  be  worthy 
of  you  and  it. 

"Flag  of  the  free  heart's  hope  and  home, 
By  angel  hands  to  valor  given ! 
Thy  stars  have  lit  the  welkin  dome, 
And  all  thy  hues  were  born  in  heaven ! 
Forever  float  that  standard  sheet, 
Where  breathes  the  foe  but  falls  before  us, 
With  Freedom's  soil  beneath  our  feet, 
And  Freedom's  banner  streaming  o'er  us !" 

KELLEY:    Present,  arms! 

(Sergeant  Black  returns  with  the  flag  to  his  place  in  the 
center  of  the  company.  The  fife  and  drums  sound  as  Captain 
Kelley  brings  his  company  to  Carry  and  then  to  Right  Shoul- 
der and  marches  them  off  to  the  drive  and  then  down  Kirk- 
wood  Avenue.  The  mothers  and  families  and  friends  wave  to 
them  as  they  go,  keeping  cheerful  as  best  they  may,  but 
heartily  sending  them  forth  on  the  path  of  duty  and  loyalty.) 


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EPISODE  SIX:    THE  NEW  REGIME   (1883) 

(Enter  the  three  Monroe  County  Commissioners,  W.  S. 
Walker,  J.  D.  Handy,  and  William  B.  Baker,  with  the  archi- 
tect, discussing  the  plans  for  the  proposed  new  Court  House.) 

WALKER  :    Splendid !    Splendid ! 

HANDY  :    That  will  put  Monroe  County  ahead ! 

ARCHITECT:    How  soon  will  you  be  able  to  begin? 

WALKER:    At  once.    At  once. 

BAKER:    We  have  the  bonds. 

WALKER:  There  they  are!  (producing  bonds)  $50,000  for  the 
new  Court  House! 

(Nat  U.  Hill  comes  along.  He  greets  the  others  cordially, 
and  shakes  hands  with  the  architect.) 

BAKER  :    What  do  you  think  of  those  plans,  Mr.  Hill  ? 

HILL  (looking  over  the  plans  carefully)  :  Fine!  Very  sat- 
isfactory! Bloomington  must  have  the  best  and  (turning 
to  the  architect)  it  looks  as  if  you  were  giving  it  to  us. 

(The  County  Commissioners  and  the  architect  go  out.  At 
the  same  time  Dr.  James  D.  Maxwell,  Prof.  Elisha  Ballantine, 
Prof.  Theophilus  A.  Wylie,  and  Prof.  Daniel  Kirkwood  come 
in,  very  much  worried,  harassed  in  manner.  As  soon  as  they 
see  Mr.  Hill,  they  go  straight  toward  him.) 

MAXWELL:    Have  you  heard  anything,  Mr.  Hill? 
HILL  :    Nothing  yet,  Dr.  Maxwell. 

BALLANTINE:  What  shall  we  do?  What  shall  we  do,  Mr.  Hill, 
if  the  Legislature  turns  down  the  bill  appropriating  the 
funds  for  the  University  this  year? 

KIRKWOOD  :    We  should  have  to  close  the  University. 
MAXWELL  :    We  are  in  peculiarly  straitened  circumstances. 
WYLIE  :  We  could  not  weather  it ! 

HILL:  I  know  we  are.  But  I  am  hopeful,  Dr.  Maxwell,  that 
we  shall  not  lose. 

BALLANTINE  :  Is  there  not  something  that  you  can  do,  some- 
one whose  assistance  you  can  invoke? 

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HILL  :    We  have  done  everything  that  we  can,  Doctor. 

KIRKWOOD:  But  the  opposition  to  the  University  is  very 
strong,  and — 

HILL:  Yes.  Do  not  be  discouraged,  Doctor.  All  we  can  do 
at  present  is  wait.  Be  sure  of  one  thing,  as  long  as  I  live 
I  will  not  fail  the  University.  Indeed,  really, — the  bill  we 
have  had  introduced  for  a  permanent  endowment  fund  for 
the  University, — I  really  hope  it  may  go  through. 

MAXWELL  :  If  only  it  might !  If  only  it  might !  But  the  ene- 
mies of  the  University  have  too  strong  a  hold  on  the  Leg- 
islature for  us  to  get  that  this  session.  I  shall  be  thankful 
if  we  can  keep  our  usual  appropriation. 

HILL  :  The  enemy  feel  strong,  and  they  have  good  reason  for 
it.  Therefore  I  am  hopeful  that  we  may  catch  them. 
However,  I  have  asked  Judge  McMullen  of  Aurora  to 
telegraph  me  as  soon  as  the  vote  is  taken. 

BALLANTINE  :  May  it  not  be  necessary  to  accede  something  to 
those  who  wish  to  remove  the  University  from  Blooming- 
ton,  rather  than  to  let  it  be  given  up  entirely  ? 

WYLIE:!  must  say  they  present  a  very  cogent  argument. 

HILL:  The  University  shall  not  be  discontinued,  and  it  shall 
not  be  taken  away  from  Bloomington.  That  is  the  scheme 
of  the  other  side.  If  they  can  put  it  out  of  business  here, 
then  in  another  year,  they  will  revive  it  and  move  it. 

(Smoke  is  seen  to  curl  up  from  one  of  the  University  build- 
ings beyound  the  trees.  Professor  David  Starr  Jordan  comes 
hurriedly  and  with  great  delight  from  the  direction  of  town, 
waving  his  umbrella.  No  one  has  yet  noticed  the  smoke.) 

JORDAN  :    Passed !    Passed !    It  has  passed ! 
MAXWELL  :    What  has  passed  ? 
JORDAN  :  The  permanent  endowment  bill ! 
HILL:    That 's  all  right ! 

OTHERS  :  Thank  God !  Thank  God  for  His  mercies  and  bless- 
ings! 

JORDAN  :    We  owe  this  chiefly  to  you,  Mr.  Hill ! 

MAXWELL:    Under  God,  we  do,  we  do. 

HILL  :    Well,  by  thunder,  the  University  is  safe  now,  anyway ! 

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MAXWELL  :    Everything  is  safe. 

(There  is  mutual  shaking  hands,  interrupted  by  a  cry  of 
"Fire!"  repeated  more  and  more.  The  men,  startled,  turn  and 
see  the  smoke  and  the  flames.) 

JORDAN  :    Can  it  be  the  University ! 
HILL  :    It  is ;  it  is  the  University ! 
BALLANTINE  :    All  is  lost ! 

(They  instantly  start  off  in  the  direction  of  the  fire.  The 
Bloomington  Fire  Department  responds.  The  hand-drawn  en- 
gine rushes  through.  People  of  the  town  make  a  continuous 
stream  of  people  hurrying  in  that  direction,  as  the  flames 
mount  higher  and  higher  and  the  smoke  pours  up  more  and 
more  dense.  Mr.  Hill  returns.  He  stands,  a  lone,  solitary 
figure,  watching  the  conflagration,  and  then  walks  off  in  the 
opposite  direction,  toward  town,  in  a  very  determined  man- 
ner. Dr.  Maxwell  and  the  three  professors  return,  greatly  agi- 
tated.) 

BALLANTINE  :  The  Library  is  burning !  It  will  all  be  lost ! 
KIRKWOOD:   The  new  astronomical  instruments! 

WYLIE:  The  David  Dale  Owen  geological  museum  will  be  de- 
stroyed ! 

MAXWELL  :  The  records !  In  some  way  they  must  be  preserved ! 

WYLIE:  The  ichtheosaurus !  Oh  the  ichtheosaurus !  We  must 
save  it!  It  cost  $2,000!  Save  the  ichtheosaurus! 

(They  go  running  back  to  rally  help  for  their  special  de- 
partments. The  noise  and  excitement  of  the  fire  continue.  Dr. 
Wylie  runs  back  again,  in  vain  trying  to  find  means  to  rescue 
the  ichtheosaurus.  Then  four  firemen  come  from  the  fire, 
carrying  a  large  cast  of  a  turtle,  which  they  put  with  pride 
down  on  the  ground.) 

FIREMEN  :    Here,  Dr.  Wylie,  here  's  your  icktheo-what's-its- 
name! 

WYLIE  :  Where,  oh  where !  That  is  not  the  ichtheosaurus ;  that 

is  only  a  turtle ! 

(Alfred  R.  Rowe,  the  University  Treasurer,  join*  the  dis- 
tressed group.) 
MAXWELL:  All  is  lost,  Mr.  Howe!  All  is  lost! 

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HOWE:  And  just  when  prosperity  seemed  to  be  at  our  doors 
at  last ! 

MAXWELL:  Nothing  can  prevent  it  now.  This  is  the  occasion 
the  enemies  of  the  University  wanted.  They  will  move  the 
University  now,  if  not  do  away  with  it. 

HOWE  :  That  is  the  danger.  Yes,  that  is  certain  to  be  the  result. 
ALL:  Everything  is  indeed  lost! 

(Mr.  Hill,  the  three  Monroe  County  Commissioners,  Gen. 
Morton  C.  Hunter,  Henry  Clay  Duncan,  John  H.  Louden,  and 
Capt.  W.  J.  Allen  come  toward  the  group.  At  the  same  time 
Judge  Myers  and  Mr.  Jenkinson  of  the  Board  of  Trustees 
come  up.) 

WALKER  :  Dr.  Maxwell  and  gentlemen  of  the  Board  of  Trustees, 
speaking  as  senior  member  of  the  Monroe  County  Board 
of  Commissioners,  I  have  to  say  that  we  have  come  in  be- 
half of  the  people  of  Monroe  County  to  present  to  the 
University  the  sum  of  $50,000.  Everyone  realizes  the 
disastrous  results  that  may  come  not  only  to  the  Univer- 
sity but  to  the  city  of  Bloomington  and  to  the  whole  county 
as  well  and  this  action  has  therefore  without  delay  for 
formality  been  determined  upon. 

MAXWELL  :  What's  all  this  ?  What  does  it  mean  ?  What  are  you 
doing?  I  must  understand. 

MYERS:  Where  does  this  money  come  from? 

MAXWELL  :  Wherever  it  comes  from,  I  am  sure  under  the  prov- 
idence of  God,  Mr.  Hill  has  something  to  do  with  this 
great  benefaction. 

HILL  :  Well,  by  thunder,  the  University  is  safe  anyway. 
MYEBS:  But  where  does  the  money  come  from? 

WALKER:  It  is  the  $50,000  the  County  had  raised  for  a  new 
Court  House.  The  University  needs  the  money  more  than 
Monroe  County  needs  a  new  Court  House. 

HUNTER  :  And  Monroe  County  needs  the  University  more  than 
it  needs  a  new  Court  House. 

DUNCAN  :  It  was  an  emergency  and  had  to  be  met  in  some  way. 
SEVERAL  :  But  what  will  the  County  do  for  a  Court  House  ? 

HILL:  We  shall  have  to  get  along  with  the  one  we  have  a 
while  longer. 

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MAXWELL  :  That  may  be  for  another  whole  generation. 
HILL  :  Yes,  for  about  twenty-five  years  or  so,  as  I  figure  it. 

WALKER:  Oh,  I  guess  we  can  repair  or  remodel  the  old  Court 
House  in  a  year  or  so  and  then  it  will  answer  its  purpose 
very  well  for  a  while  longer. 

MAXWELL:  Gentlemen,  speaking  as  President  of  the  Board 
of  Trustees  of  Indiana  University,  I  must  express  the 
hearty  and  grateful  appreciation  of  the  University  for 
this  gift  from  the  people  of  Monroe  County  and  assure 
them  that  the  University  is  sincerely  devoted  to  the  in- 
terests of  its  neighbors  here  in  Bloomington  and  vicinity. 

JENKINSON  :  This  is  most  timely ! 

MYERS  :  It  saves  the  University !  A  most  noble  gift ! 

HILL  :  Nothing  could  have  been  worse  than  to  let  Bloomington 
lose  the  University.  Something  had  to  be  done  to  enable 
the  University  to  rebuild  on  a  scale  such  as  will  forever 
settle  the  question  of  removal. 

MAXWELL:  That  is  indeed  settled,  for  a  generation  at  least. 
And  of  equal  importance,  this  generous  help  ensures  vital 
and  cordial  cooperation  between  the  city  and  the  Univer- 
sity for  years  and  years  to  come. 

MYERS  :  Gentlemen,  this  conflagration  is  a  torch  lighting  the 
path  of  the  future,  not  merely  a  destructive  blaze  in  our 
way.  The  University  must  take  a  fresh  start  from  this 
time  forth.  This  noble  gift  of  the  people  makes  it  pos- 
sible and  makes  it  obligatory.  Ought  we  not  move  the 
University  to  a  new  campus,  better  situated  for  the  future 
growth  of  the  institution  ? 

TRUSTEES:    That  is  true.    We  should  move  the  campus. 

JENKINSON  :  New  work  calls  for  a  new  man.  I  wish  to  call 
to  your  minds  the  question  of  the  new  President,  whom  we 
must  elect.  Who  shall  it  be? 

HILL  :    There  he  comes !    There  comes  the  new  man ! 

(Mr.  Hill  points  to  where  is  seen  coming  toward  them  the 
tall,  massive  figure  of  David  Starr  Jordan,  followed  by  hi*  dog, 
He  comes  toward  them.  They  greet  him  cordially  and  with 
some  significance  of  manner,  though  not  apprising  him  of 
their  intentions.) 


MAXWELL  :  Dr.  Jordan,  the  Trustees  are  considering  the  ques- 
tion of  moving  the  University  to  a  new  site  here  in  Bloom- 
ington,  and  with  the  money  from  the  insurance,  $20,000, 
the  money  given  by  the  County,  $50,000,  and  the  money 
that  would  be  realized  from  the  sale  of  the  old  campus, 
making  a  new  start  in  every  particular,  on  a  scale  that 
would  forever  settle  all  question  of  the  permanency  of 
the  University  and  its  place  in  the  State  and  in  the  nation. 
We  should  like  to  know  what  educational  policy  would,  in 
your  opinion,  best  develop  our  resources  and  opportuni- 
ties. 

JORDAN  :  Study  by  investigation  and  the  development  of  pure 
and  applied  science.  Every  field  of  knowledge  is  vital 
with  power  for  culture,  so  it  be  properly,  scientifically 
studied. 

TRUSTEES  :  We  are  glad  to  hear  you  say  so.  We  agree  with 
you. 

(They  nod  approvingly  to  each  other.  All  turn  to  go  back 
home.  The  fire  is  out.  The  people  and  the  fire  engine  come 
streaming  back.) 


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III.    THE  AGE  OF  WOOD  AND  STONE 

With  brilliant  music  based  on  the  Hope  and  Determination 
motifs,  there  rush  out  at  either  end  of  the  grandstand  groups 
of  spirits  that  immediately  radiate  out  with  a  center  of  De- 
termination spirits  at  the  bases  and  rays  of  Hope  spirits  shoot- 
ing out  from  them.  A  vibration  of  these  rays  continues 
through  the  interlude. 

From  these  groups  comes  on  one  side  with  the  motif  of 
Light  in  the  music  the  figure  of  the  University,  and  from  the 
other  side  the  figure  of  the  City.  They  ascend  the  slope  and 
meet  at  the  top  near  the  Observatory,  where  they  give  each 
other  salutation.  The  music  softens  as  the  two  geniuses  of 
the  community  call  upon  each  other  for  mutual  help  in  the 
service  of  the  people. 

THE  CITY  :    The  fire,  the  holy  fire  of  civic  life, 

Thou  Spirit  Guardian  of  the  Higher  Things, 
Now  kindle  with  thy  torch  of  Light  and  Truth 
Before  the  portals  of  my  children's  homes! 

THE  UNIVERSITY:     But  where  the  altar,  where  the  sacred 

hearth, 
Whereon  the  purifying  fire  shall  burn? 

THE  CITY  :    An  altar  I  will  build  of  mine  own  rock. 

THE  UNIVERSITY:    Then  from  thy  homes  shall  come  the  fire 

of  life, 

And  all  the  blessing  of  the  State  abide 
Here  by  thine  altar  fire  through  endless  days ! 

THE  CITY:    So  on  this  hillside  should  we  build  a  seat 
Whereon  might  Indiana  sit  enthroned ! 

THE  UNIVERSITY  :    Together  then  forever  shall  we  serve 
The  gathering  generations  of  the  State! 

THE  CITY  :    That  altar  I  will  build,  that  throne  erect ! 
O  ye  who  quarry  forth  and  shape  my  rock 
To  fashion  high  the  stately  dreams  of  men,— 
O  ye  who  hew  my  trees  and  carve  their  trunks 
To  serve  the  needs  of  daily  human  life,— 
Build  here  an  altar;  here  erect  a  throne! 

At  the  command  the  motion  among  the  spirits  becomes 

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much  more  accented,  and  from  either  end  comes  a  short  pro- 
cession representing  one  the  stone  and  the  other  the  furni- 
ture industries  of  Bloomington.  The  music  becomes  a  stately 
march.  In  the  lead  on  both  sides  come  several  spirits  of  De- 
termination, while  other  spirits  of  Determination  and  spirits 
of  Hope  are  interspersed  in  the  procession.  The  workmen 
and  women  in  both  processions  are  accompanied  by  their  fam- 
ilies. They  are  costumed  in  a  beautiful  conventionalization  of 
their  usual  overalls  and  dresses.  The  two  industrial  groups 
meet  moving  in  a  semi-ellipse  and  later  pass  out  at  the  oppo- 
site sides. 

In  the  van  of  both  industrial  groups  come  two  wagons,  one 
with  blocks  of  oolitic  stone  for  an  altar,  the  other  with  shaped 
pieces  of  wood  for  a  massive  seat  or  throne.  These  are  taken 
out,  carried  up  to  the  place  where  the  City  and  the  University 
stand  and  put  together.  Other  of  the  workmen  and  women 
bring  wood  for  fuel  which  they  leave  by  the  rising  altar.  The 
throne  is  placed  farther  up  the  hill  than  the  altar.  As  this 
proceeds  the  Indiana  motif  becomes  stronger  and  stronger  in 
the  music.  As  the  City  and  the  University  light  the  com- 
munity fire  and  the  smoke  rises  through  the  air,  the  figure  of 
Indiana  appears  at  the  top  of  the  hill,  her  hands  raised  in 
blessing  over  the  fire.  She  comes  down  and  takes  her  seat  on 
the  throne.  The  three  figures  remain  there  through  the  rest 
of  the  pageant,  the  City  holding  the  State  flag. 


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EPISODE  SEVEN:    THE  CITY  SCHOOLS 

(A  Backwood  Jay,  aspirant  for  office,  and  two  citizens 
of  Bloomington  come  in,  talking  assiduously.  From  the  other 
direction  slouches  a  tramp.  The  tramp  gets  a  glimpse  of  Jay 
and  evinces  interest  and  tries  to  keep  around  so  as  to  get  a 
chance  to  talk  with  him.) 

JAY:  Maybe  I  am  what  yer  might  call  a  newcomer.  Still 
I  'm  not  asking  for  no  sort  of  real  office.  I  just  say, 
Git  me  elected  School  Superintendent  and  I  will  go  with- 
out any  money,  'cepting  the  salary.  And  I  '11  set  an  ex- 
ample of  economy  in  the  administration  of  the  schools. 
D  'ye  see? 

BROWN:  Taxes  are  high.  We  need  economy  in  the  city  ad- 
ministration. 

JAY:  Of  course  you  do!  And  where  should  you  begin?  At 
home !  That 's  the  schools. 

GREEN  :  Maybe  we  might  get  along  as  well,  the  way  you  say. 
But  I  do  n't  know  as  we  'd  ought  to  fire  the  Superintend- 
ent we  've  got  now. 

JAY:  Why  not?  He's  been  there — how  long?  What  good 
is  he  anyway?  What  has  he  done  for  you?  Now  if  I  were 
Superintendent, — if  you  had  any  young  friend  you  wanted 
to  do  a  favor  to,  wanted  to  help  make  a  start  in  life,  all 
you  need  do  would  be  give  him  a  note  to  me.  D'  yer  see? 

BROWN:  That  might  be  all  right  for  teachers,  but  I  don't 
know  no  teachers,  not  that  I  think  of.  Teachers  are  n't 
much  in  politics. 

JAY  :  But  anyone  can  teach.  They  do.  Just  while  they  're 
getting  a  start  in  life ;  do  n't  know  what  else  to  do.  Think 
of  all  the  great  men  and  women  that  began  with  teach- 
ing, and  then  went  into  something  else! 

GREEN :  That 's  a  fact.  But  they  seem  to  think  that  you  need 
special  training  to  be  a  teacher  nowadays. 

JAY  :  Pooh !  They  've  got  lots  of  tall  notions  nowadays. 
Just  their  graft,  to  hold  on  to  their  jobs, — that 's  all.  The 
good  old  three  R's!  A  man  what  really  knows  them  has 
all  the  education  he  needs  if  he  's  got  the  stuff  in  him. 
That  may  be  putting  it  strong,  but— you  understand.  I 


was  brought  up  on  the  spellin'  book  and  the  birch  switch 
and  little  else.  Lickin'  an'  larnin',  they  used  to  call  it. 
Nothin' like  it !  Nothin' like  it! 

BROWN  :  Well,  it 's  pretty  nice,  some  of  the  things  they  teach 
the  children  these  days.  I  wish  I  'd  been  taught  'em ! 

JAY:  Oh  yes,  nice!  And  pretty!  You  have  said  it  exactly. 
But  this  is  a  matter  of  business  and  politics,  and  nothing 
must  interfere.  Now  I  know  what  you  want,  d'ye  see? 
and  I  'm  in  a  position  to  help  you,  but  if  I  'm  Superin- 
tendent of  Schools  of  Bloomington  I  can  help  you  more. 
So  why  let  anything  like  theories  about  education  come  in 
between? 

BROWN  :  Well,  I  don't  know, — maybe  it 's  just  different  ways 
of  running  schools,  and  I  do  n't  say  but  what  you  'd  run 
'em  all  right. 

JAY  :  Sure.  Now  you  're  talking.  And  we  can  get  this 
all  fixed  up  in  no  time.  Anyone  you  want  to  help  a  bit, 
— d'ye  see? — send  'em  to  me!  You  help  me,  too.  With 
the  two  of  you  and  your  influence,  it 's  all  done. 

GREEN  :  Well,  I  do  n't  quite  like  turning  on  this  man.  He  's 
been  pretty  good  as  a  Superintendent,  I  think,  and  I  like 
him,  sort  of  a  friend  of  mine. 

JAY:  All  right.  So  much  the  better.  You  can  go  to  him  as 
a  friend  and  tell  him  confidentially  that  his  ideas  are  all 
right  and  so  forth  and  we  have  not  anything  against  him, 
but  he  's  had  his  turn  and  he  ought  to  give  some  one  else 
a  chance. 

GREEN  :    But  he — 

JAY:  Bah!  Turn  him  out,  the  way  you  turned  Margaret 
McCalla  out.  You  were  not  squeamish  then!  A  fine 
woman  and  a  fine  teacher!  You  did  not  hesitate  about 
turning  her  out,  so  why  hesitate  now?  You're  nothing 
but  a  pair  of  grafters  anyway !  You  throw  out  Margaret 
McCalla  and  then  choke  on  throwing  this  man  out  for  me, 
do  you  ?  That 's  friendship !  See  here !  Are  you  for  me 
or  against  me  ?  That 's  the  whole  point  here,  d'  ye  see  ? 
Come  out  in  the  open  and  tell  me  square,  man  to  man! 
Do  you  want  me  for  a  friend  or  an  enemy? 

GREEN  :    Of  course  I  want  you  for  a  friend — 

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JAY:  Of  course  you  do.  And  you  can  try  me  right  off. 
Go  and  send  me  any  young  friend  of  yours  you  like  and 
as  soon  as  I  have  the  schools  in  my  hands  I  '11  find  him  a 
nice  little  berth,  see  if  I  do  n't.  Come  on,  now.  You 
turned  Miss  McCalla  out  for  a  friend.  Do  it  again !  Turn 
this  feller  out  for  me ! 

GREEN  :    Well,— 

(They  part,  leaving  in  opposite  directions.  Jay  starts  off 
and  then  stops,  turns  back  and  watches  the  two  citizens  depart 
with  considerable  satisfaction.  The  tramp  comes  shuffling  up 
to  Jay,  begging  in  a  very  abject  manner.) 

TRAMP:  Would  you  give  a  poor  man  ten  cents  to  get  some- 
thing to  eat?  I  have  n't  had  a  bite  since — 

JAY  :     Be  off  with  you !    Go  to  work ! 

TRAMP  :  I  cannot  get  work.  I  've  tried  for  three  weeks  now 
and  my  poor  old  mother — 

JAY  :  Come,  get  out  of  here,  with  your  poor  old  mother.  That 
does  not  go  with  me. 

TRAMP:     Then  shell  out  to  an  old  partner,  Bill. 
JAY:     What  are  you  talking  about?    Who  are  you? 

TRAMP:  Do  n't  you  know  me,  Bill?  Sure  we  hit  the  road  to- 
gether enough,  and  not  so  long  since,  neither. 

JAY:  Well,  I'll  be—  Is  it  you,  Mike?  But  don't  hang 
around  me  this  way.  I  do  n't  want  — 

TRAMP :  You  do  n't  want  to  be  seen  with  me,  eh?  Well,  then, 
help  me  out,  and  I  '11  be  nothing  but  a  beggar.  What 
you  doin'  here,  Worthless  Bill? 

JAY  :  I  'm  living  here.  I  'm  a  citizen  of  Bloomington  now. 
Married  and— 

TRAMP:    And  goin'  to  be  Superintendent  of  Schools,  eh? 
JAY  :     How  'd  you  know  ? 

TRAMP:  I  have  ears.  Superintendent  of  Schools!  What  do 
you  know  about  schools? 

JAY:     All  I  need  to  know. 

TRAMP:  Hully  Gee!  You  're  a  good  one!  Citizen  of  Bloom- 
ington! Put  that  on  your  visiting  cards,  nice  and  fancy, 

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eh?  A  worthless  citizen  you  be,  like  you  always  was  as 
a  tramp!  Worthless  Bill!  Your  clothes  ain't  changed 
yer! 

JAY:  Get  out  of  here! — Hold  on,  say!  You  might  be  of 
use  to  me  if  you  want  to,  and  I  'd  give  you  a  chance  to 
make  a  bit  for  yourself — Go  on ;  here 's  someone  coming. 

(The  tramp  pretends  to  beg  again  but  hangs  around  as  a 
couple  of  young  applicants  for  teachers'  positions  come  in. 
One,  a  young  man  named  Black,  comes  in  with  Brown;  the 
other,  a  young  woman,  with  Green, — the  citizens  who  before 
were  talking  to  Jay.) 

BLACK  :    I — a — wanted  to  make  your  acquaintance. 
JAY:     Glad  to  meet  you! 

BROWN  :  A  young  friend  of  mine,  who  is  thinking  of  making 
education  his  life  work,  and  I  told  him  you  would  be  able 
to  advise  him. 

JAY  :    Glad  to  see  him ! 

GREEN:    And  this  is  my  daughter. 

JAY  :  Yes,  glad  to  see  you,  Miss ;  glad  to  make  your  acquain- 
tance. I  shall  hope  to  see  more  of  you  both,  especially  if 
you  aim  to  be  teachers.  Now  you  have  friends,  and — 
until  the  future  policy  of  the  Bloomington  schools  is  set- 
tled, there  will  be  opportunity  for  you  to  be  of  great  serv- 
ice to  me,  which,  I  assure  you,  I  shall  appreciate,  d'  ye 
see? 

(A  Doctor  comes  in  with  a  broad  grin,  carrying  a  physi- 
cian's bag  and  extending  his  hand.) 

DOCTOR :  Congratulations,  my  dear  sir,  congratulations !  You 
are  a  father! 

JAY:     What!    And  how  is  the  wife?    How  is  she? 
DOCTOR  :    Doing  splendidly !    Doing  splendidly ! 
JAY  :     And  I  'm  a  father !    All  right,  is  she  ? 

DOCTOR:  Doing  as  well  as  they  possibly  could, — both  mother 
and  children. 

JAY:     Children? 

DOCTOR:    Twins,  my  dear  sir!    You  are  the  father  of  twins ! 

JAY  :     Twins ! 

DOCTOR  :    Twins.    A  fine,  bouncing  boy,  and  a  darling  girl ! 

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JAY:     Hully  Gee! 

TRAMP  :    Haw !    Haw !    Haw !    One  on  you !    Two  on  you ! 

JAY  :     Get  out  of  this ! 

DOCTOR:  Fine,  healthy  children!  The  nurses  are  bringing 
ing  them  for  their  father  to  see !  Here  they  are ! 

(Two  nurses  bring  in  the  children,  each  carrying  one.  Jay 
looks  pretty  rueful  at  first  and  depressed.  The  tramp  hangs 
around,  laughing  and  mocking  him.  Jay  looks  first  at  one 
and  then  at  the  other  infant.  Then  he  laughs,  slaps  his  leg 
and  gets  more  and  more  excited  and  delighted  as  he  goes  back 
and  forth  from  one  to  the  other.) 

NURSE  :    Take  him !    Hold  him ! 
JAY  :    I  do  n't  know  how. 
NURSE  :    Here,  I  '11  show  you. 
TRAMP  :    Ha,  ha,  ha ! 

(The  doctor  and  the  nurse  initiate  Jay  into  the  art  of  hold- 
ing a  baby.  He  gets  more  and  more  delighted  and  laughs  with 
parental  pride.) 

JAY:  Ha,  ha!  Mine!  I  can  feel  him  on  my  arm!  Is  this 
the  him  or  the  her?  Ha,  ha,  ha!  Give  me  the  other  one, 
too! 

(The  doctor  and  the  two  nurses  show  him  how  to  hold  two 
babies  at  the  same  time  and  help  him  to  do  it.) 

JAY:  Ha,  ha,  ha!  Say,  Brown,  want  to  hold  them?  No, 
I  guess  you  would  better  not !  Won't  let  you !  You  might 
drop  them! 

TRAMP:  You  're  good  for  nothing  but  the  lunatic  asylum  or 
some  kind  of  a  home  now! 

JAY:  Get  out  of  here!  Get  out  of  here,  I  tell  you!  (The 
tramp  goes  only  a  short  way  off,  however.) 

BLACK  :    If  I  might  have  a  word  with  you,  sir, — 
JAY  :     Sure ;  all  you  want. 

(He  gives  the  children  back  to  the  nurses  but  makes  them 
stay  there  near  him,  so  he  can  see  the  children  and  watch 
them.) 

JAY  :     Yes,  sir !    Now  what  can  I  do  for  you  ? 
BLACK  :     Mr.  Brown  was  telling  me— 

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JAY  :     Oh,  yes ;  want  a  job,  eh  ? 

BLACK  :     Well,  we  thought  we  would  like  to  try  teaching — 

JAY:  Oh!  (Looks  at  the  children,  then  at  young  Black  and 
Green's  daughter).  Oh!  But  what  do  you  know  about 
teaching?  What  do  you  know  about  children? 

BLACK  :     We  do  not  pretend  to  long  experience  in  that  line — 

BROWN:  But  say,  Jay,  you  know  what  you  was  a-telling 
Green  and  me  about  all  this.  That's  what  they  mean. 
They  do  n't  know  nothing  about  teaching.  That 's  not 
the  point.  They — 

JAY:     That  is  the  point! 

GREEN  :  No,  it 's  not,  'cause  you  're  going  to  be  Superinten- 
dent of  Schools. 

JAY  :  I  'm  not  going  to  be  Superintendent  of  Schools !  What 
do  I  know  about  running  schools?  That  was  all 
right  before  for  other  people's  children,  but  by  Gee  Whit- 
aker!  do  you  understand  these  children  of  mine  will  be 
going  to  school  before  long !  Do  you  understand  ?  They  '11 
be  going  to  school  and  the  schools  must  be  in  fine  shape 
for  them.  I  '11  not  risk  them  with  me  as  Superintendent 
of  Schools,  no  sir-ree!  What  do  I  know  about  picking 
good  teachers?  Look  at  that  one  now!  Ain't  he  cute? 
When  they  go  to  school  the  teachers  must  know  their  job 
all  around  and  upside  down  and  they  must  have  had 
experience!  They  must  be  women  like  Margaret  McCalla ! 
No  new  greenhorns!  This  education  business  is  expert 
work  and  I  won't  stand  for  anyone  monkeying  with  my 
children !  Do  you  understand !  This  man — what 's  his 
name?  Myers! — Myers  is  going  to  run  these  schools. 
Doctor,  how  's  the  milk  of  this  town  ?  Is  it  fit  for  my  chil- 
dren to  drink?  Do  they  look  like  me,  doctor,  or  like  their 
mother?  Heigho!  Heigho!  Ain't  they  the  cutest  ever! 
Then,  the  University, — what  about  that?  I  must  see 
President  Bryan  right  off! 

ALL:    What?    What  do  you  mean ? 

JAY:  My  children  will  be  going  to  the  University  in  fifteen 
or  twenty  years,  first  thing  you  know.  What  do  I  know 
about  the  University,  whether  it  is  fit  to  receive  my  chil- 
dren or  not?  You  cannot  make  a  good  University  in  two 
weeks! 

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ALL:  But  it  is  a  good  University,  man.  It  is  a  great  Uni- 
versity ! 

JAY:  Well,  it  may  be,  but  I  want  to  know  about  it  myself! 
If  it  is  a  great  University  now,  it  must  be  a  greater  Uni- 
versity. I  do  n't  know  what  it  needs.  I  'm  going  to  find 
out  that.  I  'm  going  to  ask  President  Bryan  what  it 
needs,  and  then  I  'm  going  to  see  that  they  get  it.  But 
it  must  be  ready  in  every  way  or  I  '11  not  let  my  children 
go  there ! 

GREEN  :     But  what 's  the  matter  with  you  ? 

JAY:  What's  the  matter  with  me?  These  are  my  children, 
do  you  understand ! 

BROWN  :  But  what  are  you  taking  into  your  head  to  become 
such  a  friend  of  the  University  all  of  a  sudden?  Just 
now  you  want  to  take  the  superintendency  of  schools 
yourself,  and  here  in  ten  minutes  you  won't  stand  for  hav- 
ing the  job  but  swear  that  Myers  must  stay  in. 

JAY  :  I  'm  not  a  friend  of  the  University,  you  fool,  and  I  'm 
not  a  friend  of  Myers !  I  'm  a  friend  of  my  own  chil- 
dren !  Just  look  at  them !  Just  look  at  them !  I  am  sure 
the  University  ought  to  have  more  money.  What  can  the 
Legislature  be  doing!  By  glory,  they  must  understand 
that  they  have  got  to  look  out  for  my  children ! 

APPLICANTS:     But  we — but  we — what  shall  we  do? 

JAY:  You?  You?  You?  What  can  you  do ?  Can  you  teach? 
If  so,  prove  it,  and  prove  it  before  my  children  get  to 
school.  I  want  only  experts  to  teach  my  children,  women 
like  Margaret  McCalla.  The  University  can  help  the 
schools  a  lot  in  that,  by  Gemini !  I  'm  sure  it  can.  This 
is  an  important  matter ! 

TRAMP  :  Man,  you  're  crazy.  You  've  gone  crazy  over  your 
children. 

JAY  :     Crazy ! 

ALL  :     Yes,  he  's  crazy. 

JAY:  Crazy!  Crazy!  Crazy!  Ha,  ha,  ha!  Worse  than 
that!  I  've  got  common  sense!  Give  me  those  children! 
I  must  take  them  to  their  mother,  and  then  I  'm  going  to 
see  Superintendent  Myers  about  their  education.  They 
must  have  the  best.  And  he  '11  know  all  about  it ! 

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DOCTOR:    Let  the  nurses  take  them. 
JAY:     No,  they  might  drop  them! 
ALL  :     He 's  crazy ;  he 's  crazy ! 

JAY:     Crazy,  am  I?     You  go  have  children, — twins! — and 
see! 

(He  starts  off  with  the  two  children  in  his  arms  to  take  them 
to  their  mother  and  then  to  go  see  Superintendent  Myers,  the 
others,  doctor,  nurses, — all  of  them  trailing  after  him,  the 
tramp  bringing  up  the  rear.) 


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EPISODE  EIGHT:   THE  BLOOMINGTON  CHAMBER 
OF  COMMERCE 

(The  Secretary-Manager  of  the  Bloomington  Chamber  of 
Commerce  and  an  Unconvinced  citizen  come  in  together.  Mr. 
Brusch  is  trying  to  convince  the  Unconvinced  of  the  value  of 
the  Chamber  to  him  as  a  business  man  and  as  a  citizen  and 
member  of  the  community.) 

THE  UNCONVINCED  :  No,  no.  I  get  along  very  well  with  my 
business  as  it  is.  Nothing  against  you  personally,  but  I 
do  not  want  other  people  knowing  too  much  about  my 
affairs. 

BRUSCH  :  No  disadvantage,  and  great  mutual  advantage  to 
every  member,  you  would  find. 

(A  Member  of  the  Chamber  comes  along.) 

MEMBER:  Ha,  Brusch?  The  Chamber  saved  me  a  nice  bit 
of  money ! 

BRUSCH  :     How  's  that? 

MEMBER  :  I  '11  confess  that  when  the  Chamber  first  took  up 
that  Retail  Credit  Information  Bureau  scheme,  I  was 
doubtful  of  it.  But  it  has  just  saved  me  $150  all  right, 
today!  I  was  just  going  to  let  a  man  have  some  goods 
for  that  amount,  and  I  stopped  and  told  the  clerk  to  tele- 
phone down  to  the  Chamber  and  see  about  the  man.  I 
learned  that  he  was  graded  low,  had  one  good-sized  ac- 
count running  more  than  two  years  where  he  came  from. 

UNCONVINCED  :    Hm ! 

MEMBER:     Name  was  Bachelor,  Joseph  Bachelor. 

UNCONVINCED:  What!  Joseph  Bachelor?  I  sold  him  a  bill 
of  goods  yesterday  on  credit.  Promised  to  pay  in  a  month. 
He  looked  honest  and  business-like. 

MEMBER  :  Oh,  yes,  he  looks  all  right.  I  '11  say  that  for  him. 
Then  you  saved  me  a  lot  of  time  at  least  and  maybe  a 
lot  of  money  on  that  advertising  swindle  last  week. 

BRUSCH  :     He  was  a  good  one,  was  n't  he ! 
MEMBER  :     He  was  the  smoothest  proposition  that  ever  walked 
into  my  office. 

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UNCONVINCED  :    What  was  that  ? 

BRUSCH:  Indiana  Promoting  Association  they  called  them- 
selves. 

UNCONVINCED:    I  took  that  up.    What 's  the  matter  with  it? 

BRUSCH  :  Oh,  nothing,  maybe.  Worthless  to  put  it  mildly. 
Pure  fake,  if  you  want  my  straight  opinion.  We  looked 
it  up  pretty  carefully. 

MEMBER:  Aren't  you  a  member  of  the  Chamber?  Better 
join ! 

UNCONVINCED  :  Well,  I  '11  think  of  it  again,  I  guess.  It  has 
its  good  points,  but  frankly  I  think  it  meddles  too  much  in 
politics.  And  I  'm  not  the  only  one  that  thinks  so  either. 

MEMBER:  Its  attitude  in  public  questions  is  determined  on 
the  floor  of  the  house.  Every  member  has  a  chance  to 
express  himself. 

BRUSCH  :  The  majority  rules  when  the  majority  wants  to  rule 
and  takes  the  trouble  to  do  what  is  necessary  to  rule. 

UNCONVINCED:    Yes,  but — Why  go  into  public  questions? 

MEMBER:  Because  we  are  public  citizens.  The  Chamber  is 
a  sort  of  voluntary  town  meeting  organized  by  the  busi- 
ness men. 

BRUSCH:  Just  in  proportion  as  the  Chamber  of  Commerce 
takes  a  stand  on  public  questions  will  it  be  a  real  power 
in  the  community.  It  may  not  always  be  right ;  it  may  be 
often  wrong.  But  right  or  wrong,  it  will  command  re- 
spect only  as  it  speaks. 

MEMBER  :  The  Chamber  is  a  means  for  us  all  to  get  together 
for  the  welfare  of  the  whole  community,  like  a  telephone 
system.  Brusch  here  is  our  central.  We  keep  in  touch 
with  each  other  through  him,  and  we  get  behind  him  for 
all  we  are  worth  in  any  action  the  Chamber  votes  to  take. 

UNCONVINCED:    What  are  you  doing  now? 

BRUSCH:  We  have  just  secured  the  Dixie  Highway.  It  is 
coming  right  through  Bloomington  and  Monroe  County. 
That  will  bring  lots  of  business  here  and  good  business 
every  day.  In  fact,  we  organized  the  campaign  for  the 
Dixie  all  the  way  from  Indianapolis  to  Louisville. 

UNCONVINCED:    The  deuce  you  did! 

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MEMBER  :  We  are  giving  the  city  a  set  of  traffic  posts  today. 
See,  here  is  one  now. 

(A  wagon  with  traffic  posts  drives  in.  The  driver  places 
one  in  the  middle  of  the  road  and  drives  on.  A  policeman 
comes  and  takes  his  place  by  the  traffic  post.  Automobiles 
drive  through,  and  the  officer  regulates  the  traffic,  requiring 
observance  of  the  rules.  There  is  a  good  stream  of  traffic. 
Two  cars  come  along  with  streamers  advertising  the  Indiana- 
Purdue  game.  It  stops  as  two  members  of  the  Chamber  of 
Commerce  and  two  students  get  out  and  pass  around  some 
hand-bills  of  the  game. 

Two  wagons  come  along,  country  wagons,  loaded  with  farm 
produce.  One  farmer  is  the  progressive  type  and  his  produce 
shows  the  results  even  at  first  glance  both  as  to  quality  and 
quantity.  The  other  is  of  the  conservative  type  and  he  looks  it. 
His  produce  is  pretty  poor  and  small  in  quantity.  The  teams 
correspond  to  their  characters:  one  has  an  automobile  truck, 
the  other  a  dilapidated  mule.  The  mule  team  comes  along  first, 
and  then  the  automobile  catches  up  with  it  and  passes  it  be- 
fore it  comes  to  a  stop.) 

LODER:  Hello,  Mr.  Brusch!  Any  news  about  that  county 
farm  agent? 

BRUSCH  :  Purdue  will  send  one  here  just  as  soon  as  they  can 
find  a  good  man.  The  demand  is  greater  than  the  supply ; 
that  is  our  trouble. 

LODER:  Well,  I  hope  we '11  get  him  soon.  We  need  him.  I've 
a  mind  to  go  up  there  myself.  I  want  to  know  about  the 
Hessian  fly.  I  figure  out  I  might  save  my  crop  by  it. 
Hello,  Jake !  You  ought  to  go  in  for  this.  A  county  farm 
agent  could  help  you  a  lot. 

SKINNER:  Well,  I  ain't  seed  yet  thet  he  'd  do  nothing  fer  me. 
What  some  feller  what  never  seen  my  farm  know  about 
my  place? 

LODER:  He  knows  more  about  it  with  his  eyes  shut  than  you 
do  with  your  eyes  open, — that 's  what  he  knows  about  it. 
But  all  the  same,  he  can't  do  anything  for  your  farm 
against  your  will.  But  if  you  get  your  eyes  open  and 
work  with  him,  you  can  do  a  heap  sight  with  your  place. 
That 's  the  way  it  was  with  me. 

SKINNER:  Well,  you  had  good  luck  and  you  '11  not  deny  it. 
The  weather  and  all  'a  ben  agin  me;  hed  sickness;  my 

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land  gone  poor ;  corn  grew  in  thin ;  and  could  n't  git  good 
prices.  So,  what 's  the  use?  Yer  can't  raise  nothing  with- 
out land.  Reckon  I  '11  go  somers  else  and  try  my  luck  'ith 
a  new  place. 

LODER:  Join  the  Bloomington  Chamber  of  Commerce,  Jake, 
like  I  did,  and  help  get  a  county  farm  agent.  That  will  do 
more  for  you  than  luck! 

SKINNER:  No  sir-ree!  I  ain't  got  time  nor  money  to  be 
f oolin'  around  with  new-fangled  notions  like  thet  ar.  I  've 
got  ter  work  fer  my  livin'. 

BRUSCH  :     There  you  are. 

UNCONVINCED  :  The  man  's  a  fool.  A  county  agent  would  be 
the  best  thing  on  earth  for  him.  The  man  's  a  fool. 

BRUSCH  :     He  's  not  the  only  one. 

UNCONVINCED:  What's  that?  Am  I  in  that  class?  I  sup- 
pose I  am.  Good  Lord,  put  my  name  up  for  membership 
next  meeting.  How  much  are  the  dues?  Let  me  pay  up 
right  off.  How  long  have  I  got  to  wait? 

SKINNER:    Saw,  what'er  is  this  yer  crowd  settin'  up  there? 
BRUSCH  :     That 's  the  audience  watching  the  pageant. 

SKINNER:  Watching  the — what? — the  paygeant?  What's 
thet? 

BRUSCH  :     The  pageant.    What  is  it?    Why,  you  're  part  of  it. 

SKINNER:     lam?    I  did  n't  know  it.    Looks  like  there  might 
be  good  chanct  to  sell  my  apples.    Apples !    Apples !    Fine 
apples  to  sell!    Name  yer  own  price!    Try  one  you,  Hi 
thar! 
(He  throws  a  few  apples  up  into  the  crowd.) 

BRUSCH  :  Hold  on  there,  Skinner.  This  is  not  allowed !  No 
concessions  on  the  pageant  grounds ! 

SKINNER  :  I  'm  a-sellin'  my  stuff.  Ain't  I  got  a  right  to  sell 
my  own  stuff?  You  might  sell  yours,  too,  Loder. 

LODER  :     Mine 's  sold  before  I  pick  it. 
SKINNER:     It  is?    Well,  I  '11  be  gol  durned! 

LODER  :  Drive  on  down,  Sam,  and  deliver  the  load  at  the  sta- 
tion. (The  auto  truck  goes  on  out.) 

BRUSCH  :  Quit  it,  Skinner.  You  '11  have  to  go  down  town  to 
peddle  your  apples.  Not  allowed  at  the  pageant. 

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SKINNER:     Well,  what  is  this  yere  paygent?    A  circus? 

MEMBER:  The  pageant  is  something  to  let  you  know  what 
Bloomington  is,  what  it  has  been,  and  what  it  is  going  to 
be.  We  're  going  to  follow  it  up  with  a  Know  Blooming- 
ton  campaign. 

SKINNER:  Know  Bloomington.  Ha,  wall,  I  reckon  I  know 
Bloomington  all  right  maself.  Lived  just  out  here  a  piece 
all  ma  life.  Say,  what'er  is  them  ar  buildings,  eh? 

BRUSCH  :     Those  are  some  of  the  University  buildings. 
SKINNER:     Oh,  they  be,  eh ?    Hm! 

BRUSCH  :  The  University  and  the  Chamber  of  Commerce  got 
together  in  putting  through  this  pageant  to  celebrate  the 
centennial  anniversary  of  the  State  of  Indiana.  We  are 
all  enacting  scenes  from  the  history  of  Bloomington  and 
of  the  University  to  show  how  everything  has  come  to  be 
as  it  is  and  how  it  will  be  better  still  in  the  future.  You 
are  acting  in  one  of  those  episodes  now. 

SKINNER:     I  am,  am  I? 

MEMBER  :  Yes,  Loder  here  represents  the  progressive  farmer 
that  helps  the  community  by  taking  hold  with  the  rest  of 
us,  and  you  are  the  kind  that  tries  to  go  it  alone,  does 
not  want  anyone  else's  help,  and  will  not  help  anyone  else 
in  turn. 

SKINNER:     Wall, — I  reckon  I  better  be  goin'. 

BRUSCH  :  You  stay  here  a  few  minutes  and  you  '11  see  all  the 
people  of  the  past  hundred  years.  They  are  all  coming 
back. 

SKINNER:    What  are  yer  givin'  us !    All  the  dead  ones? 

LODER  :     Not  your  kind  of  dead  ones. 

BRUSCH  :  Yes,  all  the  people  of  a  hundred  years  ago ;  they  are 
all  represented,  dressed  just  as  they  used  to  and  all. 

SKINNER:     They  're  comin'  here? 
BRUSCH  :     Yes. 
SKINNER:     Right  here? 

ALL:  Yes,  right  here.  All  of  them.  And  the  band  will  play 
for  them  to  come  in  by,  the  orchestra. 

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SKINNER  :  It 's  time  f er  me  to  be  a-gettin'  right  out  of  yere. 
Hully  Gee  Whitaker!  All  the  dead  uns!  Get  up,  Maud! 
Git  out  a  yere ! 

(He  lashes  his  mule,  and  turns  around  sharp  and  drives  off 
as  fast  as  he  can.  The  orchestra  starts  to  play  a  few  chords. 
He  stops  and  yells  back.) 

SKINNER  :  Hi !  Es  thet  ar  them  a-comin'  ?  Hold  'em  back ! 
Hold  'em  back! 

BRUSCH  :  Not  quite  yet.  There 's  another  episode.  Time  for 
you  to  think  it  over. 

(Skinner  disappears  over  the  hill.) 

LODER  :  He  '11  come  back.  He  '11  come  back,  when  he  once 
gets  the  idea. 

MEMBER  :  Yes,  but  that  is  part  of  our  job,  to  see  that  he  gets 
the  idea,  to  get  all  the  community  working  together. 
Town  and  County,  University  and  State!  The  Past  and 
the  Present  and  the  Future !  All  must  work  together  for 
each  other,  for  Indiana,  and  for  America. 

(The  orchestra  begins  to  play.  The  four  men  go  out,  look- 
ing forward  to  the  coming  of  the  People  of  the  Generations 
and  to  take  their  places  in  the  procession  and  massing  of  the 
Finale.  In  the  end  Skinner  is  seen  to  be  there  too.  He  has 
come  in.) 


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EPISODE  NINE:  THE  SERVICE  OF  THE  STATE 

The  orchestra  plays  a  few  measures  of  the  Indiana  theme 
marking  the  transition  from  one  episode  to  the  other.  While 
the  music  is  still  sounding  the  figure  of  the  University  turns 
toward  the  people  and  calls  her  State-wide  invitation : 

THE  UNIVERSITY  :    Come !  Come  from  all  the  State,  all  ye  who 

need 

My  service !  Come !  Receive !  And  then  return 
To  all  the  State,  my  service  rendering ! 

In  response  to  this  invitation  four  groups  of  young  people, 
students,  come  from  the  four  directions  of  the  compass,  their 
hands  held  out  as  to  receive  the  offered  service. 

THE  UNIVERSITY:  As  I  to  you  reveal  the  light,  unveil 
The  truth,  e'en  so  do  you  in  turn  to  all 
Upon  your  way  through  life  reveal  the  light, 
Unveil  the  truth !  Except  by  these  dare  not 
To  live !  Except  for  these  dare  not  to  die ! 
So,  ye  who  bear  my  torch,  who  hold  my  book, 
Come  light  the  pathway !  Guide !  Reveal !  Unveil ! 

There  come  at  her  command  the  President  of  the  University 
and  members  of  the  various  Faculties  of  the  University,  in 
their  academic  robes  and  bearing  symbols  of  their  schools  or 
departments.  To  them  the  students  go,  grouping  themselves 
around  them,  and  all  taking  their  place  well  up  on  the  slope. 
Three  other  groups  of  students  come  in,  representing  athletics, 
football,  basketball,  and  baseball.  At  the  same  time  the  figure 
of  Light  again  appears  at  the  top  of  the  hill,  comes  down  and 
takes  his  place  just  above  and  at  one  side  of  the  University. 

LIGHT:  Shine!  Shine  through  all  the  State!  On  hill  and  lake 
Thy  light  to  every  home  and  shop  send  forth ! 

The  Director  of  the  Extension  Service  with  a  group  of  his 
staff  come  forward  in  academic  robes  bearing  symbols  of  their 
work, — package  libraries,  small  stereopticon  and  music  rec- 
ords. 
THE  UNIVERSITY  :    Through  all  the  State,  on  hill  and  lake,  my 

light 

Bear  forth  to  every  home  and  shop !  Reveal 
The  light !  Unveil  the  truth !  Lead !  Guide !  Go  forth ! 

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The  Director  and  his  staff  bow  in  acknowledgment  of  the  com- 
mand, turn  and  go  out  in  different  directions. 

The  first  two  lines  of  the  Hymn  to  Indiana  are  sounded.  Hia 
Excellency,  Samuel  M.  Ralston,  Governor  of  Indiana,  goes  up 
from  his  seat  on  the  grandstand  toward  the  community  altar, 
the  President  of  the  University  going  down  to  meet  him.  Im- 
mediately after  from  either  end  of  the  grandstand  come  two 
persons,  one  bearing  a  representation  of  the  Robert  W.  Long 
Hospital,  and  the  other  a  large  bag  of  money  representing  the 
Waterman  bequest  for  scientific  research.  These  are  given  in 
turn  to  the  Governor  who  gives  them  to  the  State,  and  re- 
ceiving them  back  entrusts  them  to  the  President  of  the  Uni- 
versity, who  assigns  them  to  the  Dean  of  the  Medical  School, 
and  the  Dean  of  the  Graduate  School.  As  each  is  given  inta 
her  hands,  Indiana  will  say: 

INDIANA:  From  Robert  W.  and  Clara  Long,  in  trust  to  the 
State  of  Indiana.  To  reach  out  mercy  to  the  suffering  and 
to  spread  the  Light  of  Truth  still  further  into  the  myster- 
ies of  relief. 

From  Luther  Dana  Waterman,  in  trust  to  the  State  of 
Indiana.  To  speed  men  onward  to  the  victory  of  unknown 
regions  of  life  by  feeding  the  fire  of  Light  and  Truth  in 
scientific  research. 

Indiana  then  unrolls  a  scroll  representing  an  Act  of  Legisla- 
ture, and  reads  as  therefrom: 

From  the  People  of  Indiana  to  the  People  of  Indiana  by 
Act  of  their  Legislature  in  the  administration  of  the  friend  of 
education,  Samuel  M.  Ralston,  Governor,  beyond  request,  see- 
ing the  light  that  is  spread  through  all  the  State,  for  the  in- 
crease, support,  and  use  of  Indiana  University  in  its  mission 
of  Light  and  Truth,  a  tax  of  two  and  eight-tenths  cents  on  the 
hundred  dollars  with  at  the  same  time  similar  provision  for 
the  other  State  educational  institutions. 

The  action  then  passes  immediately  into  the  Finale  without 
pause  or  interruption. 


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V.  FINALE:  CENTENNIAL! 

The  orchestra  bursts  into  the  Light  music  as  the  figure  of 
Light  raises  his  torch  high,  goes  to  the  top  of  the  slope,  as 
a  signal  to  the  people  of  all  the  past  to  return.  From  both  sides 
of  the  grandstand  they  pour  in  singing.  At  the  same  time  the 
spirits  of  Hope  and  Determination  sweep  out  into  a  circle  on 
the  horizon. 

THE  HYMN  TO  INDIANA 

To  Heaven  raise  thy  star-crowned  head, 

Superb  Indiana! 
Thy  future  to  glory  wed 

Through  toil !  Praise  God !  Hosanna ! 

Arise!  Stand!  Strive! 

Thy  faith  revive! 

With  courage  and  decision 

Press  onward  toward  thy  vision! 

Arise!  Firm!  True! 
Thy  strength  renew! 
God  prosper  thy  gages 
To  serve  the  coming  ages! 

To  Heaven  raise  thy  star-crowned  head, 

Superb  Indiana! 
Thy  future  to  glory  wed 

Through  toil !  Praise  God !  Hosanna ! 

Sounding  abruptly  in  the  orchestra  are  heard  the  first  six 
notes  of  The  Star  Spangled  Banner  as  a  trumpet  call.  Indiana 
turns  around  and  points  far  off  where  in  the  distance  is  seen 
America  coming  on  horseback,  attended  by  the  other  States  of 
the  old  Northwest  Territory, — Ohio,  Illinois,  Michigan,  and 
Wisconsin.  America  rides  a  white  horse  and  is  robed  in  white ; 
she  carries  on  her  left  shoulder  the  Shield  of  the  United  States 
and  in  her  right  hand  the  American  flag.  The  States  ride  dark 
colored  horses,  and  wear  the  Shields  of  their  Seals,  but  do  not 
carry  flags,  as  having  no  sovereignty  in  Indiana.  All  the  people 
of  the  pageant  turn  in  the  direction  whence  America  is  com- 
ing and  raise  their  hands  in  acclaim.  A  Pioneer  and  a  Man  of 
1816  bring  Indiana  a  horse.  She  mounts,  takes  from  the  City 
her  State  Flag,  and  rides  forth  to  meet  America.  When  she 
approaches  her,  Indana  stops  and  inclines  her  flag  in  salute, 

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an  honor  which  America  acknowledges  by  inclining  the  Amer- 
ican flag.  Indiana  then  rides  back  with  America,  to  the  left  and 
a  little  behind  her. 

As  America  approaches  the  top  of  the  slope  near  the  Ob- 
servatory, the  orchestra  plays  The  Star  Spangled  Banner  in 
salutation  and  all  the  spirits  of  Hope  and  Determination  sweep 
forward  until  they  are  quite  near.  Then  all  the  people  join  in 
singing : 


THE  HYMN  TO  AMERICA 

Forever  shine  on  our  mountain  heights! 

Forever  dwell  by  our  valleys'  streams ! 
And  may  thy  stars  illume  the  nights 

Where'er  thy  glorious  banner  gleams ! 

In  thee  unite  the  sovereign  States ! 

In  thee  all  trade  and  commerce  live ! 
To  all  thou  openest  wide  thy  gates; 

To  all  thy  name  and  thy  life  dost  give! 

The  little  child  thou  dost  protect; 

The  strongest  man  for  his  work  inspire ! 
The  wayward  firmly  dost  correct; 

And  guard  our  homes  from  flood  and  fire! 

Thy  name  we  share  from  south  to  north; 

Thine  air  we  breathe  from  east  to  west ! 
Thy  glory,  America,  leads  us  forth 

In  victory  onward  toward  the  best ! 

O  God,  Who  givest  the  breath  of  life 

To  peoples  of  the  human  race, 
Make  Thou  our  land  in  peace  or  strife 

A  Nation  strong,  of  uplifted  face! 


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America  still  seated  on  her  horse  raises  her  flag,  and  all  the 
people  kneel  and  sing  kneeling  the  prayer  stanza  of  the  hymn 
"America" : 

AMERICA 

"Our  fathers'  God,  to  Thee, 

Author  of  Liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing! 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  Freedom's  holy  light! 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might 

Great  God,  our  King!" 

All  rise,  and  the  music  playing  the  Hymn  to  Indiana,  march 
in  heavy  massed  column  out  before  America,  Indiana,  the 
other  States,  the  City,  and  the  University,  into  the  future,  in 
the  direction  whence  America  came.  The  figure  of  Light  leads 
the  way.  The  spirits  of  Hope  and  Determination  converge  on 
the  moving  column  of  the  people  of  the  pageant  and  march  out 
with  them.  When  all  have  passed,  the  central  group  comes 
down  toward  the  grandstand  and  passes  out  to  the  south  by 
the  wood  road. 


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